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Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

Samuel Beckett

Art has nothing to do with clarity, does not dabble in the clear and does not make clear
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Art Clarity Clear
In my head there are several windows, that I do know, but perhaps it is always the same one, open variously on the parading universe.
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Head Myself Universe Window
All life long, the same questions, the same answers.
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Answer Life Long Question
Words and images run riot in my head, pursuing, flying, clashing, merging, endlessly. But beyond this tumult there is a great calm, and a great indifference, never really to be troubled by anything again.
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End Fly Greatness Head Image Myself Pursue Trouble Word
There is no escape from yesterday because yesterday has deformed us, or been deformed by us. The mood is of no importance. Deformation has taken place.
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Destruction Escape Important Past Place
Yes, in my life, since we must call it so, there were three things, the inability to speak, the inability to be silent, and solitude, that’s what I’ve had to make the best of.
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Ability Best Life Myself Silence Talk
People are bloody ignorant apes.
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Animal Blood Ignorance People Reality
What are we doing here, that is the question.
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Action Life Question Spiritual
Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it’s the most comical thing in the world.
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Comedy Funny Happiness Myself World
The creation of the world did not take place once and for all time, but takes place every day.
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Creation Place Time World
I pause to record that I feel in extraordinary form. Delirium perhaps.
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Feeling Myself Record
The whisky bears a grudge against the decanter.
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Alcohol Grudge Whiskey
We have time to grow old. The air is full of our cries. But habit is a great deadener.
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Cry Dead Greatness Growth Habit Old Time
Don’t wait to be hunted to hide, that was always my motto.
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Hide Hunt Myself Wait
Dance first. Think later. It’s the natural order.
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Dance Natural Order Thinking
Yes, there were times when I forgot not only who I was but that I was, forgot to be.
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Forget Myself Time

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.

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