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cigsmokingman wrote
at 1:17 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT cigsmokingman: haha
cigsmokingman: u funny gigga |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 1:07 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT cigsmokingman: oh yea
cigsmokingman: seems to be true mike cigsmokingman: wonder what maddie thinks? cigsmokingman: she's got opinions about everything |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:58 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT cigsmokingman: ok great
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:58 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT aamike: yep
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:58 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT cigsmokingman: u sure?
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:57 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT aamike: no i,m not
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:53 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT cigsmokingman: aa man sore at cigman lol
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:29 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT "It was one of the few times in my life that I was fully aware of being on the brink of a great experience."
h miller question of the day to gpokr members: Have you ever felt this way? Why or why not? Should Henry Miller be dismissed as a crackpot? Or can we learn some valuable lessons from him? For American gpokr members: Why doesn't America have a greater awareness of Henry Miller's work? Do you think we should have a national holiday for him? What about for Thelonious Monk? |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:24 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT homeboy henry millerz says:
Do anything, but let it produce joy. Do anything, but let it yield ecstasy. |
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cigsmokingman wrote
at 12:18 PM, Tuesday June 29, 2010 EDT “Saturn is a living symbol of gloom, morbidity, disaster, fatality. Satun is malefic through force of inertia. Its ring, which is only paperweight in thickness, according to savants, is the wedding ring which signifies death or misfortune devoid of all significance. Saturn whatever it may be to the astronomer, is the sign of the senseless fatality to the man in the street.
“Saturn is life in suspense, not dead so much as deathless, i.e. incapable of dying. Saturn is as eternal as fear and irresolution, growing more milky, more cloudy with each compromise, each capitulation. Saturn gives us only what we ask for, never an ounce extra. “Saturn is the stellar impostor setting itself up as the grand cosmocrator of fate, Monsier le Paris, the automatic pole-axer of a world smitten with ataraxy. Let the heavens sing its glory – this lymphatic globe of doubt and ennui will never cease to cast its milk white rays of lifeless gloom.” Henry Miller |