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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

Thomas Pynchon

To have humanism we must first be convinced of our humanity. As we move further into decadence this becomes more difficult.
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Convince Difficult Growth Humanity Spiritual
Despair came over her, as it will when nobody around has any sexual relevance to you.
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Despair Herself Sex Yourself
Shall I project a world?
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One Liner World
If there is something comforting – religious, if you want – about paranoia, there is still also anti-paranoia, where nothing is connected to anything, a condition not many of us can bear for long.
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Comfortable Condition Connection Health Mental Religious Sick Worry
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
Information. What’s wrong with dope and women? Is it any wonder the world’s gone insane, with information come to be the only real medium of exchange?
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Amazing exchange Information Reality Sanity Woman Wonderful Wrong
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
Ills are many, blessings few, but dreams tonight will shelter you.
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Blessing Dreams Home Night Protection Yourself
What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
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Body God Healing Need Stars Terrorism
For every kind of vampire, there is a kind of cross.
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Fantasy Kind Vampire
All variables are independent.
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Independent One Liner Variable
Some of us are afraid of dying; others of human loneliness. Profane was afraid of land or seascapes like this, where nothing else lived but himself.
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Afraid Death Himself Human Land Live Lonely Sea
Someday she might replace whatever of her had gone away by some prosthetic device, a dress of a certain color, a phrase in a letter, another lover.
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Color Device Herself Lover Replacement
What sort of an age is this where a man becomes one’s enemy only when his back is turned?
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Age Enemy Himself Man
Someday it’ll all be done by machine. Information machines.
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Computer Information Technology Transformation
But with a sigh he had released her hand, while she was so lost in the fantasy that she hadn’t felt it go away, as if he’d known the best moment to let go.
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Fantasy Feeling Hands Let Go Lost Moments

You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

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You know what a miracle is. Not what Bakunin said. But another world’s intrusion into this one. Most of the time we coexist peacefully, but when we do touch there’s cataclysm.

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