It seems that even if the students are intelligent the retail and status genes run interference on everything else along that double helix. As far as the title goes - JU seems to operate on the British tabloid model. Thankfully the content makes up for it. Now all we need are those photo's...where did i leave them... Marco
In writing about your own entrapment, it seems that you have eased the gravity of it. We sow our own rewards and allott the portion that is in most accordance with our talent and temperament... If you are writing for all of us, then you have woven a fine gift. Marco
My brother bet on a 2-0 win for Man Utd . Ended up winning 3-0. Not happy. Even when you win you lose. For degenerate gamblers anyway. He was pleased about the win in a way, but he started screaming at the screen after the second goal that they were playing too well and that they should have withdrawn all their strikers, filled the field with midfielders and defenders, all forming a protective cordon around the penalty box -
Ignore my previous comment. That was my alter ego. Welcome to the tribe Marco
Don't get involved in novel writing of any sort. Even short ones! It's a filthy habit and a corruptor of the young. Explains much of the social decay we witness on a day to day basis. Take up drugs, mindless dancing to mindless music and promiscuous sex with strangers. But for God's sake DO NOT make yourself complicit in that most debauched and degrading of past times - the writing of novels. Secretary General<b
For a women who can remember facts such as the average weight of elephant droppings you don't remember a whole lot. Read my penis hatred comments on your blog. That pack of razors. Marco XX
Mig, Remember that pack of razor blades. Yes.......really.......that embarrassed! Marco XX
My university is a microcosm, this much is true, not that it tells you a lot about the cosmos, not that it will expand your ontological horizons, not that it facilitates in the transfere of useful information. I learn more at nightclubs. I learn more lining up for cigarettes at my local 24/7 convenience store. The billboards aren't the
yeah, and makes me do a whole lot of other unmentionables... I don't like it. Like some say, marriage (without the possibility of divorce. Or a painless one anyway) is about compromise and below the waist domestic violence. It would leave me as quickly as i would leave it. I need to go...i think the Un-penis-like Activities Committe (HUPAC) might have tapped my line. Marco XX (not my real name)
You can have mine. It's second hand and probably hasn't retained its market value all too well, so i don't know about the resale (trust me, the urge will come upon you). Don't trust it though. It's shifty and i suspect it has Bolshevik tendencies since it always tends to go for the whole each according to its needs thing, and doesn't mind working within a communal setting. Marco XX PS Uni was just brilliant.
It is not possible to envy the penis. It does nothing other than follow you around uselessly (a reversed form of following really, but its a trite fact of anatomy that makes no real difference) and then, when called for, screw everything up because that "head" wasn't thinking straight. When we get drunk, it's basically just us catching up to the permenant state of our penises When we get stoned, its us catching up to the permenant sta
Saint, A remarkably insightful comment. A more passionate, less compromising cinema of conviction could very well be the enema that the significance starved populace needs. Maybe a revisting of the French New Wave and the Cahiers du Cinema would be a palliative against the listerine bombarded cinema of modern hollywood. And your right about Mel Gibson reading the "audience" with greater acumen than most media comment
Apple of my eye, perhaps? Sorry. Kingbee started the pun thing...blame the king Marco
Higherdepth, It seems that you have a problem with the education system teaching science. We need to teach our children the theories and hypothesis that are currently informing and guiding scientific practice and thinking. Unless, of course you want your children to have no understanding of a part of civilisation that is driving both economies and culture. It is as necessary for our children as it is for us to understand scie
No i haven't, which made me kinda uncomfortable while i wrote this. I wasn't trying to comment on the movie, I just thinking about what it means for the Palm d'Or to be given to a documentary that has no intention of being impartial, unbiased or not being used as a campaign tool for Moore and his secret desire to have a vote against Bush being an implicit vote for Moore. I also like to think that cinema has as its purpose the creation
For some directors the Palm d’Or revolves in tight little circles inside their heads, like bodily vital functions and sex. For some it’s about as important as a plausible plotline and the respect of critics. I’m not sure what camp Michael Moore falls into but he won it anyway with a film lacking US distribution and a plausible plotline. If we wer
mig, yeah, i think you might be forgetting about the rest of me. Once again - thanks Joe Marco
I have always considered the characters i skirt with words to be innocent, which might explain the "tenderness" or "affection" you speak of. I love them for acting outside of my own life, outside of my own temperament. I forgive them anything and allow them everything, forgetting the social stigmatism that sometimes accompanies being real. I have to thank both of you for mentioning a writer i have never heard of before (Bukowski). On
Thanks, as always your comments come as a comfort when i think i might have said something stupid Marco XX
Warning: The following post contains graphic content and might cause offence to some. I sauntered into the bar. Pictured myself walking in and ordering the first drink. Sauntered. The way I cooked myself in this dress. Saute. Is that how they say it? Is that how it’s done. Zipped and fragile, berries in sauce, pouting lips. Walking
Not at all. I thought i did for a second there. A lot of what i have written in relation to this film might give the impression that i think women are vulnerable, helpless creatures, who need the protection of the scant numbers of men left who don't spend most of their time threatening them. I don't think this at all. I have had many female friends who are strong and independent in their own right. I just can't help respectin
I forgot Paris - dreaming of Paris on the banks of the river Seine
1. Money 2. Firstly:Who in their right mind would ask this question Government - ghosts science - chasing ghosts doctor - avoid lamb - pavlov and his drooling dogs 3. utter a stream of naughty words or kiss the person next to me (never on the mouth, better make it their shoulder, neck or spine) - depending. 4. Infantile sexual fantasies
I could be making it sound worse than it is. I cannot be an authority figure, i cannot pretend to perceive or comprehend what it must be like to be a woman in this world. The power of this movie lay in its ability to put me there for a few milliseconds at a time. Being a male and never having felt it before - this terrible anguish, this awful isolation - it made me feel nauseas. Remember though that this character was in an situation
No. That was a looooong time ago. It was also a different person. My suffering has become a lot more subtle since the times i suffered because i was stupid enough to let friends play with my anatomy. Hold on. Come to think of it, a good percentage of my current suffering has the same root cause, just not as innocent. Marco XX
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