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stichomancy
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kaskarkamanski
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And he did: seizing the moment, he suddenly lifted the hook, pushed the door and--almost fell over the gentleman with crape on his hat. Dostoevsky, "the eternal husband" are always enlightening, and i always stand in front of the bookcase, close my eyes,...whirl.. (the book is random too) and try to divine something, anything, that help me sail to safe harbour, out of the storm.
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kaskarkaminski
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"Why i said to myself rather drunkenly, "those men are german soldiers. That is the enemy." John Barth "The Floating Opera"
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kaskarkaminski
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"My covenant will i not break, nor alter the thing that is gone out of my lips." The Holy Bible; pslam 89, verse 34
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"Now her insight into Eduard's frame of mind turned this suggestion into firm resolve. The more quickly this resolve hardened in the Baroness, the more eagerly did she appear to flatter Eduard's desires. No one better control of herself than this lady had,....
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Woops! Elective affinities...(Goethe)
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the metaphysikion
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is not an anagram
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typhoid
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if you change one of the c's into an e you can anagramize it into amyosthenic don't ask me what the fuck that means poi 'poi n, pl poi or pois [Hawaiian & Samoan] : a Hawaiian food of taro root cooked, pounded, and kneaded to a paste and often allowed to ferment Webster's Seventh New Collegiate Dictionary
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"My dear, I'm working on the most marvelous invention... a boy who disappears as soon as you come leaving a smell of burning leaves and a sound effect of distant train whistles." william s. burroughs, Naked Lunch
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kaskarkaminski
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ich,Stan......comy chancy to mis my hot cis can sich to many.....c
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kaskarkaminski
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typhoid, that's what i like about words, they're so malleable we can stretch that a little farther...amyous Gr. muscle a. lacking muscle or genuine strenth, the rest is easy, it sounds like authentic...so lacking authentic strength...but better than fake strenth! Thanks, ya made a new word
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that's what i love about words, they're so malliable..we can stretch that a little more: amyous g muscle a. lacking muscle or genuine strenth...the rest is a cinch,,it sounds like authentic......lacking authentic strength (but better than the fake kind) Thanks typhoid!!!! you're the river king. Makes words without tryin! (i've had some typos turn out pretty well that way) peace
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"Draw the negative spaces of human figure..from a photograph..try to find a complex action pose.... Drawing On The Right Side of the Brain Betty Edwards.
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amy
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although i can't help but think something about the beliefs arising from my own operational modes (that is, AmyOS, haha)
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kaskarkaminski
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amy scores 100 stichomancy points without bothering to do stichomancy (thank god she didn't, she would have broken the house)
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....There was to be no thing as shop talk, no such thing as my interest, and his interest. What one of us took seriously, both ought to be able to take seriously, and our relationship was first on the list,over any career, or ambition, or anything else. He told me that he would expect me to make the same heavy demands on myself and on him that he made on himself and would make on me, and that they always had to be the same demands."
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kaskarkaminski
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Woops again! The End Of The Road by John Barth an egregious error was also committed in failing to include the one word sentence beginning the next paragraph: ""God!""
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"Philippa had grown into a handsome and well-esteemed lady. The roving eye of young Robert de Vere, however, was caught by the Bohemian girl who had come to England. His far from stable affections seemed to have been suddenly and disastrously unsettled." The Last Plantagenets Thomas B. Costain
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moonshine
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Flamingo had a black party last night-quite a crush;live models fist-fucked on platforms, pornographic movies on all the walls, and every leather queen in New York pissing on eachother in the backroom. Too decadent, n'este-ce pas? also too boring-I left before two.
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moonshine
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Dancer from the Dance _Andrew Holleran
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"LE BRET (amazed): How? What? Is it possible?--- CYRANO (with a bitter smile): For me to love? (changing tone,seriously) I love. LE BRET: May i know? You have never said--- CYRANO: Whom I love? Think a moment. Think of me--- Me, whom the plainest woman would despise... Whom should i love? Why--of course--it must be the woman in the world most beautiful" Edmond Rostand "Cyrano de Bergerac" i took it a step further and held the book open face down before dropping it...by nature a book will fall to its most frequently read pages when dropped face up
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Across the street beyond the inching wall of traffic was a movie theater painted pink to look like flesh. It grew weightless from the incandescent white sidewalk like a fantastic attraction in a pornographic Disneyland. The rose-colored some looked organic and alive, like an obscene monument fahioned from paper-mache by an evil child into a gigantic replication of the flushed and abused buttocks of an abused infant. The pink flesh-paint had peeled back in bed-sized sheets, revealing the previous color to have been a deep leperous yellow, like a gaudy underlayer of pus working beneath bubbling, tender skin. The dome teamed a rainbow of glittering gold-pink hues that arced above it, made luminous by the heat as they mixed with the sifting brown smog. he marquee was a sideways monolith tiled with a mouthful of dull plastic teeth, ajar as if smashed by a fist. Spelled out in candy0red building-block letters were the attractions offered inside: "Triple Feature! 24 Hours!... Body To BOdy... The Autopsy Feast... Lubejobber... Purified Air! Air Conditioning!" In the lower right hand corner, scrawled on butcher paper in black ant-sized letters and stuck to the sign with duct tape was another message: "Room for Rent--See Teller". from "The Young Man That Hid His Body Inside A Horse, Or, My Vulvic Los Angeles", from _The Consumer_ by M. Gira
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And now, surrounded like the saint-like personages of olden times, with a radiant halo, that glorified him amid this gloomy night of sin,--as if the departed Governor had left him an inheritance of his glory, or as if he had caught upon himself the distant shrine of the celestial city, while looking thitherward to see the triumphal pilgrim pass within the gates,--now, in short, good Father Wilson was moving homeward, aiding his footsteps with a lighted lantern! The glimmer of this luminary suggested the above conceits to Mr. Dimmesdale, who smiled, --nay, almost laughed at him,--and then wondered if he were going mad. The Scarlett Letter Nathanial Hawthorne
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Come, go with us; speak fair: you may salve so, Not what is dangerous present, but the loss of what is past. Vol. I prithee now, my son, Go with them with this bonnet in thy hand; And thus far having stretch'd it--here be it with them-- Thy knee bussing the stones--for in such business Action is eloquence, and the eyes of the ignorant More learned than the ears--waving thy head, Which often , thus, correcting thy stout heart, Now humble as the ripest mulberry That will hold the handling: or say to them, Thou art their soldier, and being bred in broils Hast not the soft way which, thou dost confess, Were fit for thee to use as they claim, In asking their good loves, but thou wilt frame Thyself, forsooth, hereafter theirs, so far As thou hast power and person.
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woops again.. Coriolanus Shakespeare
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A gift is a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it: withersoever it turneth, it prospereth. He that covereth a transgression seeketh love; but he that repeateth a matter seperateth very friends A reproof entereth more into a wise man than an hundred stripes a fool. Proverbs Ch. l7 8,9,10,11, and 12 An evil man seeketh only rebellion: therefore a cruel messenger shall be sent against him. Let a bear robbed of her whelps meet a man, rather than a fool in his folly
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Our desires presage the capacities within us; they are hargingers of what we shall be able to accomplish. What we can do and want to do is projected through our imaginations, quite outside ourselves, and into the future. We are attracted to what is already ours in secret. Thus passionate anticipation transforms what is indeed possible into dreamt-for reality. Goethe's world view Ungar
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shheeees, this page is getting pretty long don't forget the rules to stichomancy,,,all entries must be random to give them aid, would be to rob them their power (that is why metaphysians generally have meaningfull stichomancies) the less effort you put into finding it, the less it matters to you, the more you are free.......to be the vehicle
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splinken
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"The wings of different bird species have adapted to where and how they fly." All About Mississippi Birds, Fred J. Alsop III
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what's happened to broadway? where's it gone, all the glitter? the heart. the soul. he patter. the pitter.
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Then you wake, and your fingers fill with meanings. from 'Body Intelligence' of a collection of Rumi
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"The ignorance theory is based on the quite literal interpretation of the minutes and reports of the period. Thus when someone announces that he wants to work in the big city, we take him to mean that he really did think working conditions were best for him there." -- Olof Johannesson, "The Great Computer"
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"As it turned out, I'd met her before, about five or so months ago. It had actually been a little tricky. I was leering about, pretty obliterated in the arms of drink, hours of drink actually, feeling like days of drink, when this monsterous guy loomed up in front of me, grumblinginsensibly about bad behavior, something concerning too much talk with to much gesture, gestures towards her, that much of the grumble, the "her" bit, I understood." So how does it show me the way? I'm unattached, so perhaps I should take up drinking to meet women with grumbling boyfriends. By the way, don't try this with technical books. My first attempt was with Peter Norton's Assembly Language Book for the IBM PC.
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"The cigarette smoke chokes past teh point where my throat would close it out and sits thick in my chest. The caseworker folders document the stragglers. Survivor Retention Client Number Sixty-three, Biddy Patterson, age approximately twenty-nine, killed herself by ingesting cleaning solvent three days after the colony district incident." -from _Survivor_ by Chuck pala... pela... lessee... Palahniuk
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"All my life is stichomancy. Why should you or he or everyone else pretend otherwise? It wasn't you that pointed towards her into the street...it wasn't you that noticed a small abberation with that scene...it wasn't...it wasn't...until it was true. This time was like typing, going forwards and backspacing, skipping through passages of narrative because you have heard it all before, copying and sometimes pasting hidden memories before that small abberation, sometime before everything that ever mattered to you. It was you reading your own storey over and over again." "Doar making stuff up"
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okay...small edit... "Towards" ----delete .
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what's it to you?
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