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February 14th, 2012 1:48pm
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February 14th, 2012 1:17pm
There are some secrets which do not permit themselves to be told. Men die nightly in their beds, wringing the hands of ghostly confessors, and looking them piteously in the eyes – die with despair of heart and convulsion of throat, on account of the hideousness of mysteries which will not suffer themselves to be revealed.— Edgar Allan Poe – The Man Of The Crowd.
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February 14th, 2012 1:09pm
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February 14th, 2012 1:05pm
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February 14th, 2012 12:45pm
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February 14th, 2012 12:08am
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February 13th, 2012 11:58pm
Show me a man or a woman alone and I’ll show you a saint. Give me two and they’ll fall in love. Give me three and they’ll invent the charming thing we call ‘society’. Give me four and they’ll build a pyramid. Give me five and they’ll make one an outcast. Give me six and they’ll reinvent prejudice. Give me seven and in seven years they’ll reinvent warfare. Man may have been made in the image of God, but human society was made in the image of His opposite number, and is always trying to get back home.— Stephen King – The Stand.
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February 13th, 2012 11:32pm
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February 13th, 2012 11:28pm
