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[Adam Friedland @AdamFriedland]

Thinking about how pathetic jake’s twitter account is lol

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Sports is torts

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Yet my revelry falls on deaf ears, for the Italians cannot count to five…

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Spiritually [redacted]

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A cheetah with actitude

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I might just live forever

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2015:

New York, now that’s a town,
or hamlet; it depends
whether ones lives
for precision or artifice. I
am an officer, and no,
you cannot stand me up.

She is full of it.
The symphony and spectacle;
a million or so thumbs silencing
amber alerts, right now.

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Burning details as if off, his dams

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Þū eart nāþer God, ne mīn fæder, ne mīn hlāford.

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Go run my shit!

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All appetizers half off, except the pork belly!

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Be a man young man!

[Boze Herrington, Library Owl 😴🧙‍♀️ @SketchesbyBoze]

The new editions of In Search of Lost Time currently being published by @OUPAcademic are a revelation. Proust has often been ill-served by his translators. Astonishing in their clarity, weirdness and humor, these books are destined to become the definitive English versions.

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Doesn’t mean that im not or that I wasn’t

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"Let's call it what it is: a spade"

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“He looked so forlorn,” she had told me,
“sitting there in the zoo, by himself, with
his own little kitchen, eating his own little eggs.”

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Liebe das

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And eating it out of their
Heirloom bowl, where the two
Of them have their things with
Meaning, where people will
Come and see that his
Hand is on the small of her back
And her back is on the
Small of his hand.

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"You must abandon it
in the face of the world
so it can sustain you from within"

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What relieves me?

A plume drifts out of stories
and smacks against an obscure spot
I find occasionally

I want to learn anew but
it would take many years
from now to start

Build a life around occasions
I secretly want to extend
pausing in their middle
marking half-way

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It’s only a feint in the face of all
The things you only glimpse at,
You only see on your way out the door.