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Literature
Reims
Dead or Alive
Cultured
"How can I help you?"
"What."
"Sir?"
Rain came down in heavy solid sheets of steel. Nothing was warm. Fremont's eyes followed the edge of his vision. Up a wall, across the ramshackle ceiling and down the opposite wall. All three scans were interrupted by sagging shelves leaking miscellaneous crap. The only illumination was a green tiffany lamp that illuminated the only clean thing in the store: the counter.
"Sir? Are you going to buy something."
Fremont looked down. In his hands was a square poece of paper. He unfolded it into a larger piece of paper. On it said "The Gun."
"I'd like to buy the gun."
"Anyone you
Literature
Creative Process
Cause to react-
self induced. slightly neurotic. self indulgent.
Literature
Smoke and Mirrors
Smoke to hide
Mirrors to show
The other side
How would you know?
When you think about it, it's time to go
Smoke in the air
Mirrors on the waters
Why wouuld you care
For your sons and daughters?
When you think about it, it's time to stop
[chorus]
No... Don't try...
You stand just where I stood
With a question on your hand
Just trying to figure out
No... Don't try...
It won't do you any good
When you finally understand
What these things are all about
Smoke in factories
Mirrors in the mall
Just like batteries
That's us all
When you think about it, it's once and for all!
Smoke we're burning
Mirrors of light
Slowly learni
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La saudade est un mot considéré comme intraduisible. On essaie de l’expliquer et de lui donner un sens, mais on n’obtient qu’une idée approximative de ce mot. La saudade ne s’explique pas, elle se vit."
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