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it seems wrong somehow to read an email from a professor when i'm reading pride&prejudice fanfic pr0n. i guess it can wait until tomorrow. whatever
betsylaser:
Is this the professor you have a crush on, because he's all smart and intelligent... hmmmm...? Why is he emailing you...? Hmm mmmmm mmm???
mmrr:
sadly, no. different professor, emailing me about bibliographic information for an article i was using in my essay. nothing terribly exciting, hence the pr0n took precedence.
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The care with which the rain is wrong and the green is wrong and the white is wrong, the care with which there is a chair and plenty of breathing. The care with which there is incredible justice and likeness, all this makes a magnificent asparagus, and also a fountain.

Tender Buttons / Gertrude Stein
betsylaser:
This is a very humurous quote. Yes I like it very much.
Ah, the asparagus... hahaha. Bill's asparagus is never that special. HAHAHA!

One thing about Gertrude Stein...
Her girlfriend Alice Toklas makes a very bland sea bass.
I have a cookbook which details recipies that Picasso ate, as cooked by all the devoted women he surrounded himself with. Including dykes like Getrude and Alice, who probably swore they's never cook for a man again....
Unless it's Picasso "oh Picasso lalalala".
So I decide I'm gonna cook for a man (my gay friend of course) and make this very involved layered sea bass, with stripes of green and white and yellow all up the side.
Well, my God, it was the blandest old dishrag I've ever tasted.
Basically for all my hard work, it's just poached fish with egg and parsley, so what do you expect? But I was under some creative spell, that the poverty of their days in Paris wouldn't translate to my dinner plate, and there would be a miraculous transformation of this Irish flag into food!
No. Oh well.

This is why there is so much CARE in the hard work gone into making the green and the white stripes on the sea bass.
But they are bland: just egg white and mayonnaise and parsley.
And that is why they are so WRONG!!!
So this leads to realising the magnificence of the asparagus, which is probably quite delcious now, even raw... Even the water from the fountain couldn't be so bland...
betsylaser:
Hello Bikini Wax Bitch. Coincidently I am waxing at your recommended location tomorrow...
...excessive diatribe about a certain idiot involved in the organics business...
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I have the ruthlessness of the living.

--Oblivion / Josephine Hart
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That which creates night within us might also leave stars. -- Victor Hugo
francis:
nice.. smile
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The male mourns in order to get through loss. The woman however carries her loss within her and lives it endlessly. -- Helen Cixous
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As a girl, she was always here and there, shrinking, stumbling, falling apart.

--Pegasus in the Suburbs / Jennifer Kremmer
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The cure for anything is salt water - sweat, tears, or the sea. -- Isak Dinesan
mo:
thanx for the love for me rats... they're so much bigger now... and yes, adorable!! glad you liked the set!
xx
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When a man can't explain a woman's actions, the first thing he thinks about is the condition of her uterus. -- Clare Boothe Luce
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The next day, for the first time ever, she sent the boy and his sister to school with peanut butter and jelly sandwiches in their lunch pails. "No more rice balls," she said. "And if anyone asks, you're Chinese."
The boy had nodded. "Chinese," he whispered. "I'm Chinese."
"And I," said the girl, "am the Queen of Spain."
"In your dreams," said the boy.
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What women call a period is really a semi-colon, meaning: more to come... Blood out of men, all at once, might be a period. -- Heather McHugh
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What is private anyway apart from our dreams? Even our thoughts -- they split us in two, one thinking, one observing, one analysing. None of us is singular, an amoeba; we are two, plural, watching ourselves.

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We have many voices, I've realised. They are there, in our heads, twanging like taut lines disturbed in our subconscious. At the very least, we each use two:...
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Clara and Ambrose and Alice and Temelcoff and Cato - this cluster made up a drama without him. And he himself was nothing but a prism that refracted their lives. He searched out things, he collected things. He was an abashed man, an inheritance from his father. Born in Abashed, Ontario. What did the word mean? Something that suggested there was a terrible horizon in...
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