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In the devastating film SHAME by Steve McQueen, the flat one-dimensional view of a man shatters when a “virus” disables his full access to his obsessive skin slapping portals. Instead of his usual release rate, the possibilities for discharge are diminished creating a bump in his clockwork behaviour and his dreadfully stiff suit. The subject matter of this desolate, almost documentary film might

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The new year is two zero one two, or as I like to call it: The Me Year It will be about who I am (this includes who I was), who I want to become, what I want and how to get it. As the first official post of The Me Year, I will plaster this space with "poster girl" image... I am a person who wants to become the owner of such wonderful wallpaper.

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Why must you learn and learn again what broke and revived you?

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Like sands through the mustaches, so are the men of our lives. Around this time last year, I was supporting two things: Bullshit and Mo-growing. We all love to read about tragedy but we also thrive in positive energy. So let us bury the bull and turn our heads to the sweet smell of bacon. This year, Movember has taken form around us in a bigger and better way so I decided to wait before

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Have you heard the rant yet? Unless you’ve been on vacation from popular media, you know who’s rant I’m talking about. How gay is it that Rick Mercer had to ruffle some feathers to get the conversation going again? Apparently, very. And with such a hot topic come misinterpretations. We have not all heard the same call in Rick’s rant. If you are part of the LGBT party at night but are negating

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The summer clothes are stuffed in a dark corner of the closet and Lady Gravity pulls everything down once November starts. Degrees are swept below the porch with the leaves of frightened trees. Layers are added to the staircases, the shrubs, the bed and our little brittle heads. We rub our hands together to produce some kind of magic, if not at the bus stop, under hot water or in the stench of

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I love it when people come to me with gifts. You know, gifts they’ve received, gifts given to them for no reason in particular. Such lack of definition makes the gift mysterious and thus, worthy of exhibition as if to prove such unique intentions exists in today’s routine pursuits. How dandy, I exclaim before the wanton eyes of the carrier, offering a chance for satisfaction and possible retreat

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I apologize for the lack of dynamic content in my previous post about my FNC picks. Here is version 2.0 of Films De Loup : New Loup Features Good looking browsing: Bullet list of titles Make it bigger: Expand post beyond the break Open in new window: Click movie title to view FNC page More awesome: Look at a pretty picture before reading entire post Spread awesome: Share this post with a click

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It's the greatest time of the year: Movie season! We can now spend our bucks and brain waves on brilliant cinematography without missing out on hot sweatful nights. Festival du Nouveau Cinéma opens today and it is with great pleasure that I share the following picks with you: De la guerre Melancholia Once upon a time in anatolia Survivre au progrès 3D sex and zen Sleeping beauty Shame

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When you feel like your hands are set in cement, there is nothing quite like visiting a friend's studio to get inspired. I am truly blessed to be surrounded by creative people who remind me that it's all just a question of "full" time... Making me realize that the ceiling, no matter how long I stare at it while creating a dancing army of chimeras, will never give me a sense of fulfilment. It's

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Brad Stand discovers the truth about his favorite story.

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When I heard the news about Jack Layton, I was in the kitchen preparing the espresso machine. It was 8:57AM. The morning cartoons were over and Radio-Canada news appeared on the television with the special report. He was 61 years old. I was shocked. I stood in front of the screen, listening to every word she was saying. Then the words "No way." barely took form and dripped out of me. Jack

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Here appears another paper with his handwriting, perfectly tilted in a 100 degree angle. The first sentence bleeds the essence of the man I fell in love with years ago (like a breath being blown into a still chest...). His words of ink never disappoint. His words of ink, pixels at one point, the beginning of an era named June, have found the weakness in my coke bottle glasses. Never too soon.

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Being beautiful does not grant you magnetism. Popularity does not grant you respect. But money can buy you a ticket on a smooth-rolling glory train into the blinding brilliant domain of status pro, eclipsing magnetism and respect out of the equation. The opposite is also true. Being a pro at consuming thirty-three hotdogs in five minutes can possibly grant you some kind of gravy train pass. And

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(click to view larger) Can I take your picture? Walking around the neighborhood, looking for people to shoot, I passed in front on this car wash. This friendly man was enjoying the sun when I approached him and did not hesitate to "keep it natural" for me while he continued to read his paper.  Not so far down the street, I also shot a red head and a photographer called Eric.

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Le son de la machine. La vélocité des bras métaliques, sortant de leurs cercueils pour se heurter contre une feuille qui n'attends que ça. Elle est bien étendue, en attente de ses coups pour se faire marquer comme une fesse de bête qui est désormais pièce d'inventaire. Écrire de cette façon demande patience et mains fortes. L'ampleur de la machine demande tout ton attention. Tu ne pourras trahir

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(Brought to you by Wikipedia, user-propulsed world of everything.) A production logo is a logo used by movie studios and television production companies to brand what they produce. Logos for smaller companies are sometimes informally referred to as "vanity cards", "vanity logos" or "vogos". Almost all production logos have become produced (or edited) on computers, and have reached a level of

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- Where should I be able to go where I don't see one bit of advertising? - To sleep.

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What a curious series. Discover the movie book cpvers

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HOMEWORK APRIL 21-27 Though sometimes it’s impossible to do the right thing, doing the half-right thing may be a viable option. Give an example from your own life: Here lies my first time... taking on the positive outlook of a Rob Brezsny assignment. I find it quite fitting that it orbits around the mighty right. Being right has nothing to do with the torment or bliss shaped by the actions

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So as the snow detaches from the settled roofs my pens roll off the desk by a fever blow. So many pages stained by the bottom of the half glass. Revenge is a message best served by a stranger named Rob. So it is written.

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After a few coffee break drafts, here is my final 83rd Academy Awards Picks & Predictions Best Picture 127 Hours – Danny Boyle and Christian Colson Black Swan – Scott Franklin, Mike Medavoy, and Brian Oliver The Fighter – David Hoberman, Todd Lieberman, and Mark Wahlberg Inception – Christopher Nolan and Emma Thomas The Kids Are All Right – Gary Gilbert, Jeffrey Levy-Hinte, and Celine

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Instinctively you open your eyes as a cracking sound wakes you from your deserted island dream. An aggressive white light penetrates your empty eyes. Quickly, you lift the heavy blanket over your frigid forehead. You can hear muted steps walk by the house, plastic and metal cut through thick mounds of snow then scrape pebble and cement. The only thing left to do is reach out of the comfort zone

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Due to recent developments such as snow storms and social commotion, I have been forced to review a short list of movies that have recently lit up my screen and mind. Here are some of the titles that should be added to the Movie Vault: 1. Moon, Duncan Jones 2. The Diving Bell and the Butterfly, Julian Schnabel 3. March of the Penguins, Luc Jacquet 4. Volver, Pedro Almodóvar 5. Persépolis,

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When it comes to sharing, the best gift one can give another is knowledge. How knowledge is used is another story. Wot knowledge? Wot do you want to know? Well, for starters: What’s on your mind? What’s happening? What are you doing? It shouldn’t be news that if you are part of an online community or simply carry a cell phone, you are now part of the media. Of course, not everything brought

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It's Knowledge VS Experience. Good luck.

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The Movember mustache has been growing slowly but surely since it began moving men and women in 2003. Not as glam as the pink ribbon and all pink byproducts, the Mo’Stache delivers a very down to earth and comical image to it’s participants and benefactors luring outsiders with Mo curiosities. Those who partake in the Movember events do so to spread knowledge about prostate cancer and raise

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What would I want to tell myself, if one day, I lost all notion of who I was?

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An ode to the Top Ten Holloween Costumes: Top Ten+4 Movie Characters To Incarn For Halloween Raymond "Ray / Rain Man" Babbitt (Rain Man) Clementine Kruczynski(Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind) Marty McFly (Back to the Future) Bob Harris (Lost in Translation) Carol Anne Freeling (Poltergeist) Lieutenant Colonel Frank Slade (Scent of a Woman) Annie Hall William Blake (Dead Man)

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During the rest of the year, reaching out to people is so damn easy. But now, through the pushy wind and heavy rain with it's haunting chirps of a deadly season the gloom fool is constantly dancing on my doorstep making it near impossible for me to step outside without any fuss.

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This is it

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It looks empty but it's not. There is something in that jar. It could appear uninteresting from a few feet away but if you lean in close, you'll notice... something. It has no legs, making almost unperceived miniature movements with a strange one-armed head. Freak? Perhaps. If it's what you seek. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the show. I couldn't let it climb up that wall and leave it be. It

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The Sound Of Dead Man's Bones:

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"First, there's a huge difference between being arrested and being guilty. Second, see, the law changes and I don't. How I stand vis-à-vis the law at any given moment depends on the law. The law can change from state to state, from nation to nation, from city to city. I guess I have to go by a higher law. How's that? Yeah, I consider myself a road man for the lords of karma." Print by Von

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stopped under bridges to hear her laughter break looked for her through bodies captured her in dreams called out for her on waves only to hear the edges repeat the poetry in her name

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You are never alone quand t'es une cowgirl dans le fond de ton coeur.  

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i wanted to tell you how liars up my karma points. luckily, the karma police came and stopped me before i could spoil any future opportunities. Nature Goddess by CowyChan on Polyvore.com

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Fundamentally I could have certainly formulated some objections, for example the fact that nonpossessive love only seemed conceivable if you yourself lived in an atmosphere saturated with delights, from which all fear was absent, particularly fear of abandonment and death, and that it implied at the very least, and among other things, eternity; in short the conditions for it were not reality.

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My trip to a new world, in pictures. Curious and excited, I embark on a new adventure. Do I look nervous? On the road, I regard with wonder and delight giant beauty. A quick stop for breakfast. I'm a bit nervous. I eat things that I shouldn't. Time to fine tune my social skills, try not to tell any layer jokes and be polite. For a lovely diner party, one must forget the onion amongst the peanuts

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Sometimes, when looking back, we can see what pushes us forward.

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After months of being surrounded by movie hype, I took the time to watch a jewel last night: A Single Man. Now ready, after all the information I had heard about this film faded away, to take it in, mind wide open. It greets you with a soft touch of contemplation of blurs and slowly takes you through a series of modern symbols, struggling to survive, face-to-face. What pops up from the

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Good evening, graduating class of the Ontario College of Art. My name is Manny Coon. And I've been asked to speak to you about art. Yet when I look out over your sea of vacant faces, I feel like...to puke. 'Cause I don't think any of you have suffered like ol' Manny Coon here has suffered. I was born in a brothel, in a town which now no longer exists. When I was born, my mother mistook the

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Montreal, did you forget something? Not the old furniture. You left that out on the curb. That tacky purple blazer? You passed it on to the Salvation Army. What about Bonsai? The cat? There's a curb for that.  Photo: Beardy Men with Cats For some reason, some people find it perfectly acceptable to leave their pets behind when moving to a new location. Some leave them out on the street but some

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I did not become someone different That I did not want to be But I'm new here Will you show me around No matter how far wrong you've gone You can always turn around Met a woman in a bar Told her I was hard to get to know And near impossible to forget She said I had an ego on me The size of Texas Well I'm new here and I forget Does that mean big or small No matter

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Allô ! sacrement. C’est long. Un tunnel de fille. Pense-y. Ça prend du temps. Pense loin. Je ne cherche pas. C’est le mal vu qui se montre à moi. Le silence. Pourquoi pas ? Mais l’écriture de la faute se fait sans dire un mot. Je veux écrire Simon Charles. Mais j’attends. Je ris. Elle n’a pas vu l’erreur que tu est.

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"Sometimes you just have to pee in the sink."Charles Bukowski Untitled by Conor W tickled pink by blentley Bubbles by Aeioux Untitled by jackie young yellow taxi cab by cking Marble Madness by jcoterhals BRB T Shirt by Deez Teez I can see it from here by Stefan Söderström Work-in-Progress by See-ming Lee

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These are the days of no rest. When nights leave me scribbling in bed until my head drops. Ink stains all over. Ink brains. No sleep til blank page. You shouldn't keep track of time darling. Don't look at his face at all.

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Exit Through The Gift Shop

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All mouthed off? Times are bad when you can't lift a pen to save your life. Whatever you call that pen, guitar, spoon, calculator (gasp!), you want it to do it's magic like that one time you forgot to eat because food was the last thing on your mind when your hunger was being tamed by the light carrying beast. Light inducing beats. Sometimes, you stay in your igloo and wait for your cage to

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in the closet hidden away from dust and sun a fortress a bottle choked with answers like fortunes stands alone to negate heavy metal words never torn maybe true breath to catch from golden mouth scar to salt groundbreaking in case of doubt

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Tattooed Portraits: Chronicle by Shawn Barber

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CHRONICLES OF STUFF: Pleasant Ridge Church by travis lawrence ( o r   a   p o e t   i n s t e a d )

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Henry Rollins appeared on stage Monday night at Montreal’s Le National with his big smiling mouth. As the crowd applauded the speaker into a comforting welcome, he slowly wrapped the wire of his microphone around his left hand, firmly planted his right foot in front of him and began to recount his day spent in the village. As the globetrotting messenger spoke of his day off he slowly pulled the

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C'est cool lorsque les gens participent, car facebull c'est à la base un jeu de société et si les joueurs restent muets l'excercice devient inutile.

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This evolving organism, the Internet, is constantly renewing itself. Progress is produced through failures and variations of applications, cells adapt and renew themselves in response to everyday interactions, boredom and drama. The only thing that connects the birthed (newbies), the dying (users) and the plug (portal) is communication. Links. Transmissions sent through venous, intricate designs

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I will leave with nothing but the clothes on my back. Seven days will save me from myself and everything I own. I won’t speak up or write it down. Time will wrap itself around thoughts and thoughts will wrap around the present. Memories will crown a crowded head while wires will be kept dry and buttons unpressed. I will forget my number and my thirst. I will drain my veins of codes and

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Fixed - Turtle by Lisa Black

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my fingers tap tap tap keys, matches and covers through the window sun passes me by never landing the kids are out their games are never over they rub the earth with laughter while this sickness traps i see i write i tap tap tap my play is imaginary their laughter buzz kill an alarm to go all the way live the sickness this ticket to wellness and rivers of coffee from this good old ticker keys,

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David OReilly presents a Cat & Mouse story David's website

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+ I N F O +

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Dear Charlie, I know how you feel. I’ve seen those pictures too. When I walked out this afternoon, I crossed the street and looked west to the sun. For a moment the wind slowed down and gently tickled my ear like a whistle. The sky was clean but of a Sinatra blue... This is not really happening. Winter is not melting. Spring is not up to kiss us with green lights. It will never again cover our

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[ u s e     m e ]

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begin crocheting my tombstone when my bed is bread and butter

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My face for a jar of ink is a hip replacement. "If you're going to try, go all the way. Otherwise, don't even start. This could mean losing girlfriends, wives, relatives and maybe even your mind. It could mean not eating for three or four days. It could mean freezing on a park bench. It could mean jail. It could mean derision. It could mean mockery--isolation. Isolation is the gift. All the

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Why must you learn and learn again what has broke and revived you?

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Sitting on a lawn chair on the front balcony, reading Slaughterhouse-Five, or The Children's Crusade: A Duty-Dance With Death, I absorbed every single ray of light possible through the thirsty skin of my t-shirt-clad arms and glassless face. I was reading the introduction to Wildhack when an orange U.F.O. fluttered in circles around my book. It landed on my left thigh. The orange ladybug. It

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In response to the story and interviews televised on CTV news on friday november 6th regarding the Fort Hood tragedy: Investigators probing the deadliest-ever mass killing at a U.S. military base were attempting Friday to find out what motivated the massacre, which was allegedly perpetrated by an army psychiatrist with strong Muslim beliefs. Why is this massacre viewed under the religious dome

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Heart: I'm sad about all that is missing. Head: I don't get it... but then there's that pebble I constantly trip over. Heart: It's about time and connections. Head: Am I in a parallel universe? Are you done believing in what is clearly madness? Heart: Authentic emotions find a way to flow through the bark. Head: Sap. Let it go. Heart: I beat the urge to give up. I have to choose sides

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Within an hour last night, I discovered a band called Dead Man's Bones, listened to a few of their songs, watched a video, read on their channel "Next stop Montréal" and took my bike to the National and assisted to their show... When I entered the hall, a little girl dressed as a ghost was singing Bang Bang into a microphone held by a cute well-dressed light-haired man. The sound and the

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On one side a pile of papers On the other a door Behind the door surprises Through the papers release I am stuck with a coin Once tails Twice tails Thrice tails All signs to the weight to the word to the imaginary kaleidoscope lullabies communion If I had a proper hat I would go

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I had to take a walk. I had to move. Just like Gump said. Except I didn't run, I wandered almost aimlessly trying to find something beautiful at the end of summer.Hide and seek. Behind the ghostly porthole lies the warm belly of progress. A place to curl up and let all worries evaporate as you are gently tossed by whispers of machinery: woo-shee-wooHe never let me down. Never left me waiting at

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hero time is overwe need partnerships

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a triangle summons the skyA TRIANGLE SUMMONS THE EARTHbetween two handsnone above usnone below usi pick your cloveryou roll my diefill my cup with fresh wateri will empty yours of poisonyou protecti defendyour bridgelike my shelter"The magician's world is an independent whole, a web of which no strand is autonomous. Mind and body, galaxy and atom, sensation and stimulus, are intimately bound."

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it was a new city i wore new jeans gathered feathers put them to the test negate the chance of it being true i made a plan to talk to you a flying elephant i saw the show i waited for the trick what a plague it drew strings were set you dropped a card i followed through the circus was subtle the vegetation thick it covered your wounds it made me sink homesick but not for long a swing a crash a

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School was about learning how to process information, not people.

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Click

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Diego was in love with Amber. Amber was in love with Diego for years until yesterday when she could no longer handle the dirty dishes that had been sitting in the sink for two weeks. She left a post-it note on the stack of cheddar covered Dollaramo china after coming to the conclusion that a cell-text would not translate as well as yellow on yellow. It read: Please clean out your baggage before

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Embedded video from CNN Video

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ode to a mood

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Support your local(web) artists: www.sitasingstheblues.com

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Dear Charlie,Finally, the last page of Mystery On The Pacific Princess is flipped. Another book for the ladder. The end came earlier than expected. Clouded by miniature umbrellas, Justine hung over me at the Razor. It was a long night, all I wanted was to send you the smell of soaked lilies, smoked notes and burnt almonds. My pen and paper couldn’t alarm her. She was feeding the ghost with the

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Susan Boyle appeared on Fox news apologizing for her collaboration with Britain's Got Talent by lip-synching on the talent show in order to produce a viral marketing bomb.

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Words are like water to seedy minds.

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Some things in life are beautiful, and others are barely perceptible. To each his own scale of illusion and clarity, of sweet and sour, of hilarity and graveness... as long as children remain safe and sincere.I love a sandy shore. It fills the emptiness between my toes. A bed that was woven with earth, water, wind and sunbeams: this is beautiful to me. I’m made of nothing like that. I sometimes

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Instead of writing noise [white white white quiet clean] and drawing pictures of vertigo, I'll share with you the latest Mix CD that was given to me a few days ago. It's a good story. The title of the mix is Relax. It is part One of a Two disc gift. Cheers.1. Ray Lamontagne - Empty2. Arcade Fire - My Body Is A Cage3. Albert Hammond Jr - Scared4. Portishead - Deep Water5. Coldplay - The Scientist6

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After all the heartache, I promised myself I would never eat another apple. There are other fruits in the garden.One night, miss Holder tempted me out of the garden and into the jungle. The natives were wild, colourful and shared drinks and dances in a manner of ritual. She showed me the dance floor, it was everywhere around us. From side to side my head turned. My hands as birds and then like

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see life pop up see life rage on see life make up see life hang see life burn see life bark at the sea life wave see life pick up where we left off see life turn back see life make a pit stop see life silently fade away see life line up see life add up all the remnants of my father's resistance see life like mittens purring on your front porch see life poke you in the eye see life search all the

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lead me straight to the crossMargot and the Nuclear So & So's - My Baby - A Take Away Showfrom La Blogotheque on Vimeo.

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