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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

Thomas Pynchon

If patterns of ones and zeros were ‘like’ patterns of human lives and death, if everything about an individual could be represented in a computer record by a long string of ones and zeros, then what kind of creature would be represented by a long string of lives and deaths?
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Computer Creature Death Human Kind Live Mathematics Patten Record Representation
Love with your mouth shut, help without breaking your ass or publicizing it: keep cool, but care.
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Break Care Help Logic Public Yourself
I was dreaming about my grandfather. A very old man, at least as old as I am now, 91. I thought, when I was a boy, that he had been 91 all his life. Now I feel as if I have been 91 all my life.
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Boy Dreams Himself Life Man Myself Old Thinking
Length is usually intensity. Not time.
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Intense Time
There is no real direction here, neither lines of power nor cooperation. Decisions are never really made – at best they manage to emerge, from a chaos of peeves, whims, hallucinations and all around assholery.
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Best Cooperation Decision Destruction Direction Illusion Management Power Reality Support
Shall I project a world?
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One Liner World
A screaming comes across the sky.
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One Liner Scream Sky
My belief is that “recluse” is a code word generated by journalists; meaning, “doesn’t like to talk to reporters.”
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Believe Code Journalist Media Myself Report Talk Word
You may never get to touch the Master, but you can tickle his creatures.
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Creature God Himself People Touch Yourself
It all comes down, as it must, to the desires of individual men. Oh, and women too of course, bless their empty little heads.
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Blessing Desire Empty Man Woman
There was no difference between the behavior of a god and the operations of pure chance.
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Behavior Belief Chance Difference God Luck Operation Purity
She may know a little, may think of herself, face and body, as ‘pretty’ but he could never tell her all the rest, how many other living things, birds, nights smelling of grass and rain, sunlit moments of simple peace, also gather in what she is to him.
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Beautiful Body Face Herself Light Live Moments Peace Simplicity Sun Thinking
Every weirdo in the world is on my wavelength.
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Myself Weird World
All the animals, the plants, the minerals, even other kinds of men, are being broken and reassembled every day, to preserve an elite few, who are the loudest to theorize on freedom, but the least free of all.
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Animal Break Freedom Healing Kind Loud Nature Plant Preserve Theory
Perhaps its familiarity rendered it temporarily invisible to you.
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Illusion Invisible Temporary Yourself
Idle dreaming is often of the essence of what we do.
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Dreams Essence Stupidity

You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

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You go from dream to dream inside me. You have passage to my last shabby corner, and there, among the debris, you’ve found life. I’m no longer sure which of all the words, images, dreams or ghosts are ‘yours’ and which are ‘mine.’ It’s past sorting out.

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