Samson4170
60 Altadena, United States
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My self-summary
I have tried, in my way, to be free.
What I’m doing with my life
Being free
I’m really good at
Everything
The first things people usually notice about me
Modesty
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
"The Missing Persons Bureau", "The Crazy Ray", "The Last Man on Earth"
The six things I could never do without
1. Carbon
2. Hydrogen
3. Oxygen
4. Nitrogen
5. Phosphorus
6. Sulfur
I spend a lot of time thinking about
The riddle of the Sphinx
On a typical Friday night I am
Pursuing εὐδαιμονία, ἀρετή and φρόνησις
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
Ol' black Bascom, don't break no mirrors
Cold black water dog, make no tears
You say you love me with what may be love
Don't you remember makin' baby love?
Got your steam drill built and you're lookin' for some kid
To get it to work for you like your nine-pound hammer did
But I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Get it, John, fool's gold in your teeth and cemetery hips
Hang outside of your graveyard lips
Yes everybody's wondering when your friendship's gonna end, but
Come on, baby, I'm your friend
And I know that you know that I know that you show
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?

Oh, it's sure pleasing that your face is red
Anything he can give you, he's almost dead
Everybody can see you on your window ledge
How long's it going to take you to get off the edge?
You're just gonna make everybody jump and roar
Now whatcha want to go and do that for?
I know that you know that I know that you snow
Something is tearing up your mind

Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma
Tell me, momma, what is it?
What's wrong with you this time?
You should message me if
"Vous ne pouvez pas répéter le passé?" il cria d'un air incrédule. "Mais bien sûr vous pouvez!"

"Et pendant que j'étais assis là, rêvant à cet ancien monde inconnu, j'ai pensé à Gatsby, à ce qu'il avait dû éprouver en apercevant pour la première fois la petite lumière verte à la pointe de la jetée de Daisy. Il venait de parcourir un long chemin jusqu'à cette pelouse bleue et son rêve avait dû lui sembler si réel qu'il ne pouvait plus manquer de l'atteindre. Il ne savait pas que ce rêve était déjà derrière lui, perdu dans cette obscurité d'au-delà de la ville, où les sombres espaces de notre Nation se perdent dans la nuit."

"Gatsby avait foi en cette lumière verte, en cet avenir orgastique qui d'année en année recule devant nous. Pour le moment, il nous échappe. Mais c'est sans importance. Demain, nous courrons plus vite, nous tendrons les bras plus avant... Et, un beau matin... Et nous luttons ainsi, barques à contre-courant, renvoyés sans fin au passé."
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