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are the girls in the hall, moving their bodies to that reverberating sound are the walls as another shell impacts and levels what hasn't been torn down yet am i by the beauty of some people are you by whatever strikes your awe

The future and the war, Both are over, So said the speaker.

through the tunnels they went avoiding the trains thundering by, trying to use the shaking tunnel lights for timers, for alarms yelling through the echo shaft: "now!" "run!" "hide!" dust floated down on their heads breaths unsteady in the damp darkness

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we don't get a second chance, do we? we're floating around space on this tin can called planet earth and if we fuck this up, then what'll we do. my mother used to chew gum all day every day when i was litte. then she dropped that habit because she realised how nervous it made her.

youre doing it again, jimmy. there's the youth, there's her great skin, her firm legs, jimbo. and here are you, with that desire to touch youth. but james, don't you forget, she's only human, women are all humans, and just because she's not yet thirty, jim, does not mean she truly is that myth of youth you're projecting onto her.

when you stand at the edge of a cliff - no wait thats not the right word, were talking about science here, the empirical way, the only true way - no wait thats idelogy, were talking about the art of observation here, the way to a womans heart - no wait, thats stalking, what are we talking about then, can somebody please explain to me in an illustrative fashion?

i don't practice santeria, i ain't got no crystal ball, i had a million dollars but i'd, i'd spend it all i could find that eina and that sancho that she's found i'd pop a cap in sancho and i'd slep her downn all i really want to know, i already know all i really want to say, i can't define it's love that i need

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you told me to watch that infernal movie, and i did, not doubting, not questioning, when in reality, i neither care nor love psychological horror/thriller movies, whatever the fuck you want to call it. you know i hadn't heard of the proverb, my english back then wasn't where it is now, and i continued to watch, drawing lines from your perception of me to the plot of the movie, and their weird ongoign addiction. scary stuff.

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“like that porridge served in Oliver Twist, his lectures drip on like sludge. there's nothing exhilarating about the things he offers or the conclusions he draws, and yet, for about 200 students falli…”

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