category : ambivalent

The only thing I am certain of is that the weight of my foot will kill the spider

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that there is no such thing as a feather that can help me float. Here, in the tree where you count the days, I am making a list of the things you love: circles, lines.

her melting face continues to drip drop in big leaves

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And he tears on with o yea and that’s right and you bitch and you shit and you you you that’s right that’s right that’s right.

A Development Problem

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Prime minister Manmohan Singh has identified Maoists as the single most serious threat to India’s national security. In the last few years, these facts have been well-circulated in news reports on India’s stability. But who are the Maoists? What do they believe?

I can bear anything for the sake of beauty

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As if in response to these words a faint moan came from the girl’s lips. Slowly she began to recover her senses. With each shuddering breath, the spider’s legs stirred as if they were alive.

A plague at a feast

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States are not so much declining, failing and yielding as transforming their very nature. The network is the right metaphor to grasping the new state’s complexity.

I plunge my spear into your body many times

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You are quick like a monkey, running through the tree-tops, But now you will die.

Something that ought to have remained hidden

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“We’re so motivated to get rid of that feeling that we look for meaning and coherence elsewhere,”

The terrorism of politesse maintains an imperceptible distance

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What are you in the art world? The answer, and the art world, matter less each time the question is asked.

Not only to expand but to reorganize the world in its own image

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It is unlikely that anyone has ever confused a page of Thomas Friedman’s with one of Immanuel Kant’s, but between them it is possible to triangulate a prevailing sensibility of the past two decades.

It seems like something I’ve already seen

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I’d like to see the porno staged in one of those George W. Bush, No-Child-Left-Behind inspired “charter” elementary schools.

I want him to destroy my face

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I want to be fucked savagely by a pack of wolves.

Wondering how he managed to botch simple Wikipedia instructions

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Some of the Orlandos live in towns and villages and hamlets but most live in cities, residing in studio apartments others find sad and shrinking but the Orlandos consider palatial. They uniformly believe dusk to be the cruelest time of day, the way it drowns the sun in the black waters of the horizon.

My head filled with imaginary arguments

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I couldn’t have him chasing me from one library to another, for all I knew he might visit every library within twenty miles, regaling everyone in his path with his friendliness.