LibraryOfBabel

a collaboration
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Ladder of Abstraction Cheryls mind turned like the vanes of a wind-powered turbine, chopping her sparrow-like thoughts into bloody pieces that fell onto a growing pile of forgotten memories. Maggie said they were birthmarks and they very well could be, but the three very small black moles in a horizontal line just above her right eyebrow looked like an ellipsis to some, but to others who did not know what an ellipsis was, they looked like three very small black moles in a horizontal line just above Maggie's right eyebrow. "Groan," Peter said as he awoke, and some of those little cheese-and-pineapple-on-a-stick things, please.

Mamihlapinatapai - a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other will offer something that they both desire but are unwilling to suggest or offer themselves
Over 20 years ago I met a girl, for only 2 hours. We had a lot in common and She made a huge impression on me. I never asked her for her number. I kicked myself for a very long time. I couldn't find her. I proposed to my wife and figured I didn't want to screw up a perfectly good thing on what was a 2 hour meeting years before, so I decided to not pursue it. About 10 years ago I looked her up and followed her life from a breakup to marriage and 3 kids. our paths have never crossed again. I have a very happy life with a wife and family of my own and would not give that up for anything. Still, I follow this woman's life online. Why? I don't really know. Somehow it is comforting to know she ended up happy. I don't want to change the way things are or architect a 'chance meeting.' it is just comforting to know she is out there living her life and I am living my own. I don't regret the life I have, but I do wonder how different my life would have been had I had the courage to ask for her number. Not just her, but the limitless number of other inflexion points in my life that could have stemmed from a different action. IT IS A LITTLE SCARED BUT IT WAS GOOD I LIKED JACK IN THE SHOW AN HE WAS GOOD IN THE DOCTOR WHO TO HE PLAY HIS PART WELL LIKE HE WAS THAT PERSON AN HE PLAYED HIS PART GOOD IN THIS SHOW TO LIKE HE WAS THE PERSON PLAYING THAT PERSON .

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What are the rules, if any?: The rules are those, that which live inside you. Speak your mind and do not let them take your voice away. A rapist known as Freedom. Free Doom. If thats tru...then Im gonna dance in the rain, shine a mystical buck & wing while the luna moths dance a song about the semblance of self... then Im gonna salute the stars up high...they form a ring & judge you & your clothes... so dont wear no bowties in flaring colors in case of massive fallout events happening in the future near your church... & if that isnt tru, then tuff teetoes... On the topic of psychgeography, I am often reminded of this quote: "When antiquing or weathering a piece remember to add a character mark or two." - Menard, L. Jacques. "Refurbishing Techniques in a Non-Linear Deterministic World." New York Times 24 Aug. 1992, House sec.: 23

Developed in the yesterday, A heartfelt yawning opens up before us. we need to realize that hey theres absolutely nothing wrong with writing anything you want and wherever you want either thats the point,right? Thats the goal the day of whatevering is today and tomorrow and yesterday when i was sitting at my desk looking out across the valley all i saw was darkness and in it my own reflection | but the more i think the less i understand why i felt it was your reflection too Wherever you want-- on the courtstone walls on the temples of your friends face
42. [not the question]Dont panic. The closer you get to light, the greater your shadow becomes. But don't be afraid.[beveryafraidtheyreoutthere] And don't forget... You hold the mightiest weapon of all. Words on paper and text on screen, pixels of tri-color madness and dying butterflies Dig deeper pigs are nude when they wallow in the mud...you know, this is the first time i realized that... I feel Im going limp. Library of Babel condensation of Ulysses, by James Joyce. It starts out like this: Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and razor lay crossed... You meet Stephen Dedalus, Leopold Bloom, and Molly Bloom, his wife...theyre the main characters...a bunch of stuff happens to them and a bunch of other people during June 14, 1904, in Dublin...and its written in a bunch of different English-lanaguage prose styles...and it ends like this:

...at first I put my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I said yes I will Yes Youre welcome. *And the glimmering souls passed away, sustained and failing, merged in a* [underline/pencil:begin] *moving breath.* [underline/pencil:end] Dont forget to screen the moment you brought timeless bounces to cork. Shoes with heels of coins. a smart woman...i have learned...can find a man...no matter where he's hiding ... if she knows what she's doing...and if she's doing it well... Corke! of course, I remember. It has been a long time since Ive visited Corke. I suppose the ivy is longer now. Century follows century Man on earth, land and sea Yet everything that happens, Happens to me