Showing posts with label well there's your diagnosis. Show all posts
Showing posts with label well there's your diagnosis. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 2, 2012

bonfire night

False eloquence is exaggeration; true eloquence is emphasis
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A man's style should be like his dress. It should be as unobtrusive and should attract as little attention as possible.
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I thought doctors were supposed to care about justice

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I really want to drive

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bringing angels into bed to keep the demons at bay, when all the ladies I could foreseeably spend my life with are on buses with somebody else

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I feel dangerously close to becoming a man preoccupied with style - a man of little substance, who tries to get by conveying the complexities of thought by using big words and shrouding his muddled meanings in layers of flowery fanfare


maybe I should listen to less kpop

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quick, to the catacombs

pure pure requiem