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Aurora Asha Ila Typewriter

Joined: 28 Feb 2007 Posts: 532 Location: im in dream space somewhere, pulling out my hair, and eating all your coconut rice
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Posted: Sun Mar 09, 2008 6:19 pm Post subject: For the Quotes that affect your life right now |
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Ignorance is the Parent to Fear.
And it is so so true. Because humans fear what they do not know or understand. We fear insecurity, we fear creatures of the night and we fear those that we do not know at first... we fear our inner selves and we fear love... all because these are things that we do not understand. _________________ I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush. |
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Hawkins Superior Figment

Joined: 23 Mar 2007 Posts: 3887 Location: I live in a '66 VW on Kirby Pond so...Vermont.
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Posted: Thu Mar 27, 2008 4:53 pm Post subject: |
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I understand krackens. I understand that they're big, and they want to eat me. And that is why they scare me. D: _________________
Tyler's on vacation...to CANADA...*sad* |
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Aurora Asha Ila Typewriter

Joined: 28 Feb 2007 Posts: 532 Location: im in dream space somewhere, pulling out my hair, and eating all your coconut rice
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Posted: Sat Mar 29, 2008 2:44 am Post subject: |
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Perhaps then, it is not the kracken that you fear but the effect that the kracken will have... You have never been eaten, therefore you cannot know what it will be like. Perhaps it is this and not the shell that embodies it that you fear? _________________ I am sitting in my dingy little office, where a stingy
Ray of sunlight struggles feebly down between the houses tall,
And the foetid air and gritty of the dusty, dirty, city,
Through the open window floating, spreads its foulness over all.
Extract from Clancy and the Overflow, by A.B. Patterson.
Ironically he never actually went outside of a city his entire life, let alone Droving. phht. Henry Lawson was much more acurate, he didnt romanticise the Aussie bush. |
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