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Created on 2006-07-22 16:51:56 (#10727658), last updated 2009-06-25
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Basic Info| Name: | winterglass |
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| Location: | the berlin of the great plains, United States |
Bioi'm an extraordinarily attractive twenty five year old gentleman who has succumbed to a vague nineteenth century illness. this necessitates that i speak in quivering maudlin tones while clutching my throat and that i soothe myself with luxurious doses of opiate. i often feign headaches. of slight build, i have limpid brown eyes and thick black curly hair. when i am well, i posture as a bourgeouis intellectual.
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why can't we be friends now?" he said, holding him affectionately. "it's what i want. it's what you want." but the horses didn't want it--they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the guest house, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices, 'no, not yet,' and the sky said, 'no, not there.' -e.m. forster, a passage to india
for now i knew that everything was happening out there with the same indifference, that outside too there was nothing but my solitude. the solitude which i had brought upon myself and which had become too vast for my heart to take in. i remembered people i had once left, and i didn’t understand how someone could ever abandon another person. –rilke, notebooks
why can't we be friends now?" he said, holding him affectionately. "it's what i want. it's what you want." but the horses didn't want it--they swerved apart; the earth didn't want it, sending up rocks through which riders must pass single file; the temples, the tank, the jail, the palace, the birds, the carrion, the guest house, that came into view as they issued from the gap and saw mau beneath: they didn't want it, they said in their hundred voices, 'no, not yet,' and the sky said, 'no, not there.' -e.m. forster, a passage to india
for now i knew that everything was happening out there with the same indifference, that outside too there was nothing but my solitude. the solitude which i had brought upon myself and which had become too vast for my heart to take in. i remembered people i had once left, and i didn’t understand how someone could ever abandon another person. –rilke, notebooks
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