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Little PrinceWait for a time, exactly under the star. Then, if a little man appears who laughs, who has golden hair and who refuses to answer questions, you will know who he is. If this should happen, please comfort me. Send me word that he has come back.Linked to
I met a boy. He wanted a sheep.
He gave me the gift of laughing stars.
I promised him I will not weep:
that secret will stay forever ours...
I met a boy. He owned a rose.
She's on his planet - very far.
I watch it every night - he knows...
And so, if you by chance are close
to the place where his footprints are -
Wait for a time, exactly under the star.
Then, if a little man appears who laughs,
who has golden hair
and who refuses to answer questions,
you will know who he is.
Then he will teach you how to see -
with your heart and not with you eyes,
how moody some flowers can be,
and how you should establish ties.
So prepare to be a little tamed,
just like it happened once to me.
And if you cry - he can't be blamed:
that's what comes
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Trippin'"If only there's a pill for heartaches."Linked to
"Oh, but there is. It's called acid, sweetheart."
Acid. It warms my tongue and incinerates all rational thought. I find myself gazing at the ceiling, transfixed by the colors dancing across my eyes. Plumes of purple smoke swirl and mix with streams of green and yellow. Time ceases to exist; one moment blends into the other in an incoherent mess. And then I'm melting - I can see my own veins seep through my skin and I feel myself sinking. Panic and fear begins to take control, but then I realize something. Isn't this what I wanted all along? To disappear and cease to exist? Of course, the feeling of d

The final trip...I lay there, just lying there on the floor shaking. How many had I taken? Seven, eight, ten of those pills? I mightve even have taken the rest of the bottle. I opened my eyes enough to peer out. Whatever I looked I saw six of as it spun. I rolled onto my back not so gracefully.
As I stared at the ceiling, the fan spinning in circles, seem to hypnotize me. The room began to spin as if it were in a blender. Windows, walls, and the floor melded together. The dull colors of my studio apartment suddenly burst with color. Pinks and oranges sizzled while blues and teals crashed like waves. It seemed like I was seeing nothing but a giant lol
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Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their weLinked to

Nightmare at SnoresvilleWhen I got my reservations for a 24 hour train journey in the first class air conditioned compartment of the Amritsar Mail (a long route train) I had rose tinted dreams and visions of an elite compartment, attendants in waiting, hot meals delivered in time wrapped in silver foil and a peaceful slumbering journey cradled in the lap of bliss, herself.Linked to
Reality however has an evil sense of humour.
The journey had started off well enough with another amiable gentleman who shared the four berth compartment with me.
After a light snack of samosas and tea, I read my RD magazine and chatted a little with my fellow passenger. Dinner came at 9.20 pm

Fate's Practical JokeFate has a sense of humor. It doesn't normally target me for its practical jokes; after all, I'm only a regular girl who grew up in a small town. But my senior year of high school fate went out of its way to torment me and the rest of the members of the high school band.
I went to Melba High School; it was a tiny little school in the middle of Hicksville, Idaho. That wasn't the real name for the town, actually, it was Melba, just like the school; Hicksville is just a better fit. The town, with a stunning population of 500, was actually smaller than the school. It was so small in fact that a pen-pal once sent me a letter addressed to

Losing TractionSnow clung to black eyelashesLinked to
as frozen fingers
grasped at fur collars,
damp necks,
empty pockets,
looking for more air to breathe with
under such heavy,
foreboding clouds.
The last time I kissed you
felt like a promise
neither of us meant to keep,
but when I stepped into the street
and faced that sliding car,
a caged beast,
I almost wished
I'd run after you.

it's on youthe moon&
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your house
through the roof nails
the cold-dark walls
the screen door latch
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the drawers &
the cupboards,
still smelling
of wood-
smoke
the supplies replaced
from your last
camp-trip
the moon
dips its finger
into the kitchen
drain,,,,,,,,
catches the drips
of the faucet.
the moon pets your cat
with its wet hand
and notices the open doorway
but doesn't think about
what's beyond it.
it leaves
having touched everything.
it's then
that you walk in
& either
you notice
or you
don't.
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& Apophysis 7X Console Renderer - UPDATE 2For all the techies (and animators) out there: I have something for you! I present: a console interface for Apophysis 7X! Now you can easily batch, script and stack your renders. Here are some core features:
Stable multithreading for single-, dual-, quad-, hexa- and octa-core systems
Render your flame files as if they were a set of keyframes (like with Apophymator) - even with different amounts of transforms per flame
Make use of automatic plugin downloading (and the massive heap of new built-in variations)
Experience faster rendering through optimization of the rendering core
This build features a set of variations which were built-in from existing plugins (to reduce the need of .DLL plugins):
- log (derived from *zy0rg's logn plugin; includes the "base" variable)
- polar2
- cross
- wedge
- epispiral (derived from *cyberxaos' Epispiral plugin; corrected name to be all-lowercase as defined by the naming convention)
- bwraps (derived from bwraps2; removed the "2" in the name)
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Party of a lifetimeJam packed, bodies everywhere as the music pumped so loud the whole room shook and it was amazing that the speakers at the edges of the stage didn't fall off or even explode with the sheer amount of noise that was coming out of them. Other trolls kept their distance from it, smartly thinking they would go deaf if they stood too close for too long.Linked to
On the dance floor everyone merges together, but after a time the figures become apparent individuals doing distinct actions that define their personalities. I know a few of these trolls, and I am not surprised at all to see some of the things going on. In one corner I see two trolls dancing and tr
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Why Free Market Capitalism FailsIn this essay, I expose the flaws in the two mechanisms that are supposed to power the free market: Adam Smith's invisible hand and trickle down economics. The notion of the invisible hand holds that in a free marketplace, the buyer's self-interest will tend to drive the price down, while the seller's self-interest will tend to drive the price up, so that both parties' self-interest will naturally cause the price to settle on an amount that both find reasonable. Trickle-down economics maintains that the rich are the ones who start and expand businesses and hire employees, so the laws should favor them increasing their weLinked to

ForegroundFour thirty AM
I am standing in my kitchen
wearing my dark blue dressing gown
building a time machine
from assorted cutlery
and a broken microwave.
I am visiting you
three years ago.
I have calendars for you
with notes written each day:
some are highlighted orange
to show you when to ignore
the things I say.
Others are circled blue,
and on these occasions
I meant every word.
I am smiling at you,
already knowing the day you leave
I will understand
in time, despite what I say.
You look at me quizzically:
bemused by this odd smiling.
Its four years later:
upsetting things we said
seem like empty noise,
instinctive
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