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=INTERESTS=

==Stuff==
[[Causality|Why?]]/[[Thought_%28disambiguation%29|Thought]]/[[Pataphysics]]/[[Patapsychology]]/[[Surreal humour|Absurdity]]-[[Absurdism|ism]]/[[Autodidacticism]]/[[Question|Asking Questions]]/[[Change]]

==Favorite Books==
[[Notes_From_Underground]]/[[The_Trial]]/[[Nausea_(book)]]/[[The Violent Bear It Away]]/[[The Man in the High Castle]]/[[Left Hand of Darkness]]

==People==
[[Simone de Beauvoir]]/[[Self-concept|Myself]]/[[Albert_Camus]]/[[Fyodor_Dostoevsky]]/[[Franz_Kafka]]/[[Alfred Jarry]]/[[Julien_Torma]]/[[Susan_Sontag]]/[[Kathy_Acker]]

==Favorite Quotes==

:"[[Nineteen_Eighty-Four|Twice two makes four]] seems to me simply a piece of insolence. Twice two makes four is a pert coxcomb who stands with arms akimbo barring your path and spitting. I admit that twice two makes four is an excellent thing, but if we are to give everything its due, [[Hail_to_the_Thief|twice two makes five]] is sometimes a very charming thing too."
[[Notes from Underground]] - [[Fyodor Dostoevsky]]

==Favorite Poems==

===Some People===
[[Charles Bukowski]]

some people never go crazy.<BR>
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch<BR>
for 3 or 4 days.<BR>
they'll find me there.<BR>
it's Cherub, they'll say, and<BR>
they pour wine down my throat<BR>
rub my chest<BR>
sprinkle me with oils. <BR>

then, I'll rise with a roar,<BR>
rant, rage -<BR>
curse them and the universe<BR>
as I send them scattering over the<BR>
lawn.<BR>
I'll feel much better,<BR>
sit down to toast and eggs,<BR>
hum a little tune, <BR>
suddenly become as lovable as a<BR>
pink<BR> 
overfed whale. <BR>

some people never go crazy.<BR>
what truly horrible lives<BR>
they must lead.


===The Call to Freedom===
[[Percy Bysshe Shelley]]

From the workhouse and the prison <BR>
Where pale as corpses newly risen, <BR>
Women, children, young and old <BR>
Groan for pain, and weep for cold .<BR>

From the haunts of daily life <BR>
Where is waged the daily strife <BR>
With common wants and common cares <BR>
Which sows the human heart with tares .<BR>

Lastly from the palaces <BR>
Where the murmur of distress <BR>
Echoes, like the distant sound <BR>
Of a wind alive around<BR>

Those prison halls of wealth and fashion <BR>
Where some few feel such compassion <BR>
For those who groan, and toil, and wail <BR>
As must make their brethren pale .<BR>

Ye who suffer woes untold, <BR>
Or to feel, or to be behold <BR>
Your lost country bought and sold <BR>
With a price of blood and gold .<BR>

Let a vast assembly be, <BR>
And with great solemnity <BR>
Declare with measured words that ye <BR>
Are, as God has made ye, free .<BR>

And these words shall then become <BR>
Like Oppression's thunder doom <BR>
Ringing through each heart and brain, <BR>
Heard again . again . again<BR>

Rise like Lions after slumber <BR>
In unvanquishable number . <BR>
Shake your chains to earth like dew <BR>
Which in sleep had fallen on you . <BR>
Ye are many . they are few.<BR>

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