"for the relief of man's estate" where did I read that?
Life Against Death, College Park MD, Pysch honors program.
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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'Blessed is he who was not born, Or he, who having been born, has died. But as for us who live, woe unto us, Because we see the afflictions of Zion, And what has befallen Jerusalem." Pseudepigrapha
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Re: Work
having inherited from my heretic tradition a protestant work ethic that is somewhat spasmodic these days.
Work as pleasure what a concept. Work as something you got to do to survive. Whee/where is the pleasure in that. Waiting for the thought police to raid this text box. the thought please/police are never far from me and they travel at warp speed. Stop/ catch me in mid sentence hear them now in my cranium loading up for the trip down through the nerves to my typing fingers. what did I write, what am I saying, the cursor raises/races ahead of my thoughts, Who is that talking your mumbling I can't hear your words, denote, connote emote
whee
look at me
look at this ma
look
look at me,
at no time are my thoughts leaving my fingers
Work as pleasure what a concept. Work as something you got to do to survive. Whee/where is the pleasure in that. Waiting for the thought police to raid this text box. the thought please/police are never far from me and they travel at warp speed. Stop/ catch me in mid sentence hear them now in my cranium loading up for the trip down through the nerves to my typing fingers. what did I write, what am I saying, the cursor raises/races ahead of my thoughts, Who is that talking your mumbling I can't hear your words, denote, connote emote
whee
look at me
look at this ma
look
look at me,
at no time are my thoughts leaving my fingers
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