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[juin. 10e, 2007|12:45 am] |
"... although the truth is I am not in love with her, she said, 'I love you,' I told her how I felt, this is how I told her: I held her hands out to her sides, pointed her index fingers toward each other and slowly, very slowly, moved them in, the closer they got, the more slowly I moved them, and then, as they were about to touch, as they were only a dictionary page from touching, pressing on opposite sides of the word 'love,' I stopped them and held them here."
-Jonathan Safran Foer
there was something about the handwriting
that made me keep every scrap
something about the way the eyes
looked away at the last
i kept somethin burnin
on the sill real low
(but now i don't know)
have you got me
in your bleeding heart file
next to lady luck
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[mai. 20e, 2007|03:20 am] |
"She is no longer as certain that the object is entirely recuperable, no longer as arrogant as to presume a subject position that is inviolable, no longer as naive as to think the transactions of knowledge are innocent."
-biman basu |
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