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ADUNATON : Greek language having to do with the "symbolic inverse"(reverse?) as depicted in in art, literature, and drama.
What's right is wrong,reality is unreal,therefore real....
& every fiber of my being says "It's ALL WRONG!!!" - Inor
Fri, September 23, 2005 - 9:35 AM
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"The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it, it is the mainspring of everything; now, is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?"
Marquis de Sade
Fri, September 2, 2005 - 11:45 AM
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And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
Anais Nin
Tue, August 30, 2005 - 8:15 PM
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The Mandelbrot set, named after Benoit Mandelbrot, is a fractal. Fractals are objects that display self-similarity at various scales. Magnifying a fractal reveals small-scale details similar to the large-scale characteristics. Although the Mandelbrot set is self-similar at magnified scales, the small scale details are not identical to the whole. In fact, the Mandelbrot set is infinitely complex. Yet the process of generating it is based on an extremely simple equation involving complex numbers.
Tue, August 30, 2005 - 1:33 AM
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I haven't fucked much with the past, but I've fucked plenty with the future. Over the skin of silk are scars from the splinters of stations and walls I've caressed. A stage is like each bolt of wood, like a log of Helen, is my pleasure. I would measure the success of a night by the way by the way by the amount of piss and seed I could exude over the columns that nestled the P.A. Some nights I'd surprise everybody by skipping off with a skirt of green net sewed over with flat metallic circles which dazzled and flashed. The lights were violet and white. I had an ornamental veil, but I couldn't bear to use it. When my hair was cropped, I craved covering, but now my hair itself is a veil, and the scalp inside is a scalp of a crazy and sleepy Comanche lies beneath this netting of the skin. I wake up. I am lying peacefully I am lying peacefully and my knees are open to the sun. I desire him, and he is absolutely ready to seize me. In heart I am a Moslem; in heart I am an American; in heart I am Moslem, in heart I'm an American artist, and I have no guilt. I seek pleasure. I seek the nerves under your skin. The narrow archway; the layers; the scroll of ancient lettuce. We worship the flaw, the belly, the belly, the mole on the belly of an exquisite whore. He spared the child and spoiled the rod. I have not sold myself to God. -Patti Smith
Tue, August 30, 2005 - 12:39 AM
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! Chez Cristian !,
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foot in two worlds,
Leonids,
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Solar Mythology ~ Astrotheology,
The Art of Burning,
August 1, 2005
Because the word is so overused these days that it seems cliché, I hesitate to use the word "awesome" to describe her--but that is precisely what Roni is... AWESOME. She is truly a rare and precious gem in this world.
First smitten by this vixen's charms at the tender age of twelve, I have, quite literally, been in awe of her for the past thirty years. Her friendship is one of the greatest blessings in my life. Beauty, talent, keen intellect... this girl's got it ALL goin' on!
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