"Tell them I said something important. You're supposed to say something important when you die." Last Words of Poncho Villa
posted by Monstro D. Whale at
1:24 PM
"Behind the intials was a metaphor, a delirium tremens, a trembling unfurrowing of the mind's plowshare. The saint whose water can light lamps, the clairovoyant whose lapse in recall is the breath of God, the true paranoid for whom all is organized in spheres joyful or threatening about the central pulse of himself, the dreamer whose puns probe ancient fetid shafts and tunnels of truth all act in the same special relevance to the word, or whatever it is the word is there, buffering, to protect us from." Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49
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Apparently either blindness leads to impotence {probably from it being all you can still do) or vice versa. Either way I'm a little concerned. Diabetes causes both -- ergo I think I'm screwed blind, or blindly unscrewed.
Happy trip mon.
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