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An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.

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Success is relative. It is what we make of the mess we have made of things.
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Mess Success
This is the way the world ends not with a bang but a whimper.
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End Theory World
We shall not cease from exploration And the end of all our exploring Will be to arrive where we started And know the place for the first time.
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End Ourselves Place Start Time Travel
Anxiety is the handmaiden of creativity
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Creation Mental
There’s no vocabulary For love within a family, love that’s lived in But not looked at, love within the light of which All else is seen, the love within which All other love finds speech. This love is silent.
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Deep Family Light Love See Silence Talk
Television is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome.
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Joke Listen Lonely People
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
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Election Fake Live Peace Politics
Except for the point, the still point, There would be no dance, and there is only the dance.
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Dance Exception
It will do you no harm to find yourself ridiculous. Resign yourself to be the fool you are. We must always take risks. That is our destiny.
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Destiny Fools Harm Ourselves Risk Yourself
Men dislike being awakened from their death in life.
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Death Deep Life Man
So I find words I never thought to speak In streets I never thought I should revisit When I left my body on a distant shore.
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Body Myself Talk Thinking Word
Where does one go from a world of insanity? Somewhere on the other side of despair.
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Sanity Suffering World
I read, much of the night, and go south in the winter.
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Myself Night Reading
These fragments I have shored against my ruins
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Myself Pieces Ruin
Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
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Deep Knowledge Lost Wisdom
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.
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Death Desire Flower Memories Rain Season Spring

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