January 2011
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...kF: όλοι έχουμε μια κοπέλα/αγόρι που μας... →
bewareofthemaniacs: subotek: daphnesdays: Και μας αρέσει. Μμμμμ~ Καργιολία. ΟΧΙ. Tha prepe na xoume oloi enan antra / gynaika na mas gamei STHN eksetastikh … Etsi oloi 8a mastan foithtes kai sta @@ mas ελα ρε τι λες.πολύ επίσημο το έκανες!! το καλυτερο θα ταν… Εγώ ένα έχω να πω, για όλα φταίνε οι Illuminati
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“…the root was not black, there was no black on this piece of wood - there...”
– Nausea (1938) - Jean Paul Sartre
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Th’ infernal Serpent; he it was, whose guile stird up with Envy and Revenge, deceiv’d the Mother of Mankind, what time his Pride had cast him out from Heav’n, with all his Host of Rebel Angels, by whose aid aspiring to set himself in Glory above his Peers, he trusted to have equal’d the most High, if he oppos’d; and with ambitious aim against the Throne and Monarchy...
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“Ποιο ψέμα να κρατήσω – σε ποιο αίμα να πατήσω;”
– Arthur Rimbaud
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“Most directors make films with their eyes; I make films with my testicles.”
– Alejandro Jodorowsky
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“You have to begin to lose your memory, if only in bits and pieces, to realize...”
– Luis Buñuel
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Alastor or the Spirit of Solitude
There was a Poet whose untimely tomb, no human hands with pious reverence reared. But the charmed eddies of autumnal winds, built o’er his mouldering bones a pyramid Of mouldering leaves in the waste wilderness
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