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The Late Night Philosophies
Adventurer. Explorer. Zombie Survivalist. Lover of life. My handlebar mustache describes me perfectly. I post a lot of different things on this blog, from personal coments to videos, poetry, prose, star wars, zombies, history, or whatever else is on my mind. Yes, some of you are following for my writing, but that's not all you're gonna get.
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May292012
May282012
She is the colors of imagination and lust, her paint never dries.
A Quiet Joy (via aquietjoy)
(via therealvagabondking)
1AM
“We all need to have balanced diets and keep our strength up. Eat all the food groups. You know, Meat, booze, smokes, and cheese… well, we’ll have to figure out where to keep getting the last two.”
An excerpt from a work in progress. Maybe I can get some actual writing done soon.
May272012
The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.
Oscar Wilde (via aquaticwonder)
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May262012
I come to it like a supplicant, though, with no insults, and yet am invariably turned away like the dog I am. “Fiction,” I say, “I need your help. I need to communicate sensations of paranoia in a written dream about surveillance culture, sexual frustration, pornographic indulgence, capitalism/exploitation, and cheap wordplay. Help me do this, Fiction.
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May252012
The sadness of the world has different ways of getting to people, but it seems to succeed almost every time.
Louis-Ferdinand Celine (via therealvagabondking)
May242012
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12AM
Too many people have forgotten how to ask “Why?”
And too many more don’t bother listening to the answers.
May232012
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May222012
The best way to find out things, if you come to think of it, is not to ask questions at all. If you fire off a question, it is like firing off a gun; bang it goes, and everything takes flight and runs for shelter. But if you sit quite still and pretend not to be looking, all the little facts will come and peck round your feet, situations will venture forth from thickets and intentions will creep out and sun themselves on a stone; and if you are very patient, you will see and understand a great deal more than a man with a gun.
Elspeth Huxley (via criminalwisdom)
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