Eye’s roundness between the bars.
posted by Ernest Scribbler at 6/27/2006 04:30:00 PM
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
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- Name: Ernest Scribbler
"Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth."
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9 Comments:
quoting me on my own blog? well, it is a good one isn't it. From the cartoon 'Sword in the Stone.'
vraiment. but my response was neither indifferent nor cloaked. I was perplexed at your choice. alas, you are mistaken. some cloaks have grow so close to the skin as to be indistinguishable. Choice is not always a possibility, however timely the demand.
It is dangerous to use someone's words against them. Especially when you assume such a pedantic tone. A challenege I would fain shy away from. But I do not recall your specific quote... As for the pseudonym it was taken from Python not Wilde.
Everything is impossible.
"if everything is impossible, then everything must also be possible, for to not believe in it is to believe it exists. Otherwise t'would be nothing to not believe in."
-- here you're starting to get the drift...
Wrath? That I displayed here? What an odd notion. And tenderness is certainly not rebuked.
You'll have to excuse Diogenes, he is very impatient and doesn't pull punches (for one who claims not to suffer fools, I often wonder why he always hangs around people that he finds intolerable, but that's another story)
As for me, I don't exist. If my responses were a bit cryptic, well that's part of the fun isn't it. We mean endlessly more than we say. It's up to the reader to play along and step up to the challenge that language poses. "Between predatory paws a deadly playfulness ensues"... (Rather than trying to manipulate the situation to bring about a catharsis -a difficult feat for a figment of the imagination.) But I am glad your blood boiled. There is an intimacy there. you are obviously no stranger.
you mistake me for another, one of flesh and blood, still shackled to a name...
hey, do you remember when i dropped a bowling ball on your head?
wasn't it on his foot?
i doubt i'd remember that, seems very minor. but i definitely remember the head one!!
"He's a literature professor who cuts people's limbs off. Calls himself a deconstructionist."
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