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Wonderful, wonderful this death.
Wonderful, wonderful this death.
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round read more
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living read more
And now, in keeping with Channel 40's policy of always bringing you the latest in blood and guts, in living color, you're about to see another first - an attempted suicide.
Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction. -- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872.
Louis Pasteur's theory of germs is ridiculous fiction. -- Pierre Pachet, Professor of Physiology at Toulouse, 1872.
Good people are always so sure they're right.
Good people are always so sure they're right.
To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our read more
To Harald, may God forgive you and forgive me too but I prefer to take my life away and our baby's before I bring him with shame or killing him, Lupe.
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, read more
A little while and I will be gone from among you, when I cannot
tell. From no where we came, into nowhere we go. What is life? Itis a flash of a firefly in the night. It is a breath of a buffalo inthe winter time. It is the little shadow that runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.
