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Anaïs Nin

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. 40 more words

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Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

How shallow is the stage on which this vast drama of human hates and joys and friendships is played! Whence do men draw this passion for eternity, flung by chance as they are upon a scarcely cooled bed of lava, threatened by the beginning by the deserts that are to be, under the constant menace of the snows? 29 more words

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On the Slow Decline of the Ugly


We called them ugly stickers.
Like baseball cards or football cards,
they came in packs of bubblegum
except for me they were
a lot more interesting— 148 more words

3. Literature

Not the Same Kennedy

Few of us are born with an inaccurately low self-esteem, but the potential is there for disordered self-image. I may have inherited my mother’s negative opinion of personal abilities (hers and mine), but the passing of the flaw was socio-cultural, not biological. 638 more words

Human Behavior

Just : A Sign of the Times. 

Free until Monday, you can download my first collection of poetry Just: A Sign of the Times from Amazon.co.uk and Amazon.com

Poetry

Whack in the USSR, part II

The next evening was New Years Eve, and our lovely guide, Amabelle, walked my destitute group through an old part of Moscow that looked like it hadn’t changed much since Dostoyevsky ran about there in shortpants. 738 more words

Et Alia

Such a Nice Boy: A Poem For Eric

Your mother never liked me

she could tell what kind I was.

But you liked me.

Well enough to steal…

sweet pink mounds of bubble gum-flavored ice cream… 106 more words

Erotica