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Number 6
Birthdate:
2 May 1983
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  • no time f' jibba jabba
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Oderint dum metuant.




Thou shalt not be imprisoned . . . it is heaven alone that shall hold thee.






Egen lykke er at foretrække men andres ulykke er dog ikke at foragte

tanin no fukou wa mitsu no aji



avaricia
envidia
gula
pereza
lujuria
soberbia
ira





Iabrocci is a sinister, lurking presence in the dark places of the earth. Its favorite diet is adventurers, but its insatiable appetite is tempered by its fear of light. No Iabrocci has ever been seen by the light of day, and few have survived its fearsome jaws to tell the tale.




The time of getting fame for your name on its own is over. Artwork that is only about wanting to be famous will never make you famous. Any fame is a by-product of making something that means something. You don't go to a restaurant and order a meal because you want to have a shit. -bansky

Spoon.

What time is it?



Zeroth: "You must play the game."
First: "You can't win."
Second: "You can't break even."
Third: "You can't quit."









"I thought what I'd do was, I'd pretend I was one of those deaf-mutes. That way I wouldn't have to have any goddam stupid useless conversations with anybody. If anybody wanted to tell me something, they'd have to write it on a piece of paper and shove it over to me. They'd get bored as hell doing that after a while, and then I'd be through with having conversations for the rest of my life."





I quit smoking!

I quit smoking! Again!

Again!


Ja ne



"The whole problem with the world is that fools and fanatics are always so certain of themselves, but wiser people so full of doubts."

Bertrand Russell (1872 - 1970)



"(ps i suggest not doing it. ;P )"
sydelbow





"On the third day he took me to the river
He showed me the roses and we kissed
And the last thing I heard was a muttered word
As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow
She lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief
And I kissed her goodbye, said "All beauty must die"
And I lent down and planted a rose between her teeth"



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