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| Some passers-by tend to call it a mess. I tend to call some passers-by idiots*. *in the classical sense, of course. |
26 July 2012
Sheer beauty
Of mize and men
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| A superior being holding the tail of ... |
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| a mouse killed by a cat. |
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| Be sure, ladies and gentlemen, any Ahmadinejad, Bush, Chavez, Putin, Obama, Rumsfeld, Merkel, Monti or Chinese politician does consider you being a mouse. Not. For them you do not exist. Same goes for Cheneys's Dick, Lady Cameron and any Saudi Arabian prince(ss) of incest. In case you are reading this in 100(1) year's time: Choose the name of your favourite politician. The peace of the night. |
25 July 2012
23 July 2012
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16 July 2012
08 July 2012
Prose
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| This bee – not only at 10:27 – does not necessarily know that overproduction of food does not necessarily feed the hungry. Why? |
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| The answer, my friends, is blowing ... |
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| ... in the wind. |
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| Life is life. |
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| A rose ... |
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| is not a rose is ... |
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| ... not a rose ... |
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| ... is not a rose ... |
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| ... is not a rose ... |
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| ... is not a rose ... |
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| ... is not a rose ... |
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| ... is not a rose. |
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| Got it? |
02 July 2012
28 June 2012
Some grains of corn
Monsieur Rousseau whose 300th birthday is being celebrated today – well, more less than more – like many others gave evidence that he who writes a lot not seldom does write a lot of rubbish, such as
——• Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.
——• Man is born free and everywhere he is in chains.
However, being no blind hen one could find some grains of corn, so to write.
• People who know little are usually great talkers, while men who know much say little.
• No man has any natural authority over his fellow men.
• Ordinary readers, forgive my paradoxes: one must make
them when one reflects; and whatever you may say, I prefer being a man
with paradoxes than a man with prejudices.
• However great a man's natural talent may be, the act of writing cannot be learned all at once.
The peace of the night.
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