by cutieee1234567 March 14, 2009
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by Don Antwon_shareefa October 15, 2007
"NARR!!" - (Thomas Paine, 1791) Exclaimed while Paine lifted a batch of personal copies sent from the publisher of the "Rights of Man" from the floor on to his drafting table.
by malcolm816 December 11, 2008
Sometimes I think that the whole reason I met him was to discover that his wife was studying Counseling Psychology, if indeed that is the name of something a person might actually learn, with the great-grand-niece of Frida Kahlo. In the narrative of desire, perhaps what matters is not intimacy but it's counterpart: a new thought. In this sense, the lover is a necessary force, but rarely it's limit. I said: "Maybe this is the reason we met." Thinking of the yellow table, the third eye, the monkey in her arms. Dominant. I begged for an introduction, forgetting for a moment who I was. To him. For her. A cunt. Do cunts get to meet Frida Kahlo? In the flesh? Greeley, Colorado is where the slaughterhouses are. I'd like to visit that university town.
by Bhanu: A Failed Novelist January 27, 2008
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