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Lurkers welcome [Jun. 30th, 2009|11:12 pm]
I decided to make this friends only
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so add to read, creeps.
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Ending is better than mending. The more stitches, the less riches. [Dec. 2nd, 2008|12:38 am]
Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand.

"Among other things, you'll find that you're not the first person who was ever confused and frightened and even sickened by human behavior. You're by no means alone on that score, you'll be excited and stimulated to know.. many, many men have been just as troubled morally and spiritually as you are right now. Happily, some of them kept records of their troubles. You'll learn from them, if you want to. Just as someday, if you have something to offer, someone will learn something from you. It's a beautiful reciprocal arrangement and it isn't education- It's history. It's poetry."
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The only way to get out is to give in [Nov. 17th, 2008|05:29 pm]
Coughed out my heart and I don't miss it at all.
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