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Gentle Sir Philip Sidney, thou knew'st what belong'd to a scholler; thou knew'st what pains, what toil, what travail conduct to perfection.
About Me
- Piers
- West Tennessee, United States
- "I am grown at length to see into the vanity of the world more than ever I did, and now I condemn myself for nothing so much as playing the dolt in print . . . . There is nothing that if a man list he may not wrest or pervert. I cannot forbid any to think villainously, Sed caveat emptor, let the interpreter beware; for none ever heard me make allegories of an idle text."
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- Time will say nothing but I told you so
- Sinai to Canaan
- "No white nor red was ever seen / So am'rous as th...
- Oh, I want to get out of it all, I want to get lost.
- "History to the defeated / May say Alas but cannot...
- I remember
- "Led with delight, they thus beguile the way"
- But who is that on the other side of you?
- "Had I but any time to lose/ On this I would it al...
- Things that are awesome, Vol. 10
- When it goes, 'tis like the Distance On the Look o...
- At my back I always hear time's winged chariot
- Lift up your light
- "True men can but try"
- there's a hell of a good universe next door--
- Something Left to Say
- Well then.
- the silence ripeness, and the ripeness all
- meeting the faces that we meet
- meta--
- It's business time
- Mmmmmmmmmmmoka
- Ha! Ha! Good Joke!
- A logic lesson
- Two dialogues.
- Spectacle!
- Conversations in the Dark
- Venus Will Now Say a Few Words
- Hooligan report
- If I could tell you
- om nom nom
- Things that are awesome, Vol. 9
- X&Y
- small, big, white, damn
- Bracing.
- What is your story looking like?
- It's August
- Precious Five
- Ira
- A benediction of sorts
- About that Black Dog . . .
- With one auspicious and one dropping eye
- It's been a long time since I've heard this one
- Since it's evident that no one really knows,
- This is a typical Sunday afternoon
- Nobody really knows, so they should probably learn...
- Scene from a FAIL
- shavings
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