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Ruffle the skirts of prudes,
speak of their knees and ankles,
But above all, go to practical people-
go! jangle their door bells!
Say that you do no work
and that you will live forever
speak of their knees and ankles,
But above all, go to practical people-
go! jangle their door bells!
Say that you do no work
and that you will live forever
— Ezra Pound, Salutation the Second
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“I was taught that at the heart of all people, all things, lay raw self-interest. Sure, you could dress a person up nice, put pretty words in his mouth, but underneath the silk tie and pressed shirt was an animal. A territorial, hungry animal anxious to satisfy his own needs.”
—Megan Mayhew Bergman, Birds of a Lesser Paradise
via SLAUGHTERHOUSE 90210.
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Creative Mornings Vancouver: Bob Kronbauer - Profile and Q&A»
Bob Kronbauer is a creative director and early online adopter. He founded the first online skateboarding magazine in the 90′s and, after facilitating it’s acquisition, went on to work in the art department of film director Spike Jonze’s skateboard company in Los Angeles.
Finding his way back…
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It is holy work, in Taker culture. The more competitors you destroy, the more humans you can bring into the world, and that is the holiest work there is. Once you exempt yourself from the law of limited competition, everything in the world except your food and the food of your food becomes an enemy to be exterminated
— Ishmael, Daniel Quinn
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Not having to leave the house before the sun comes up shouldn’t be this much of a novelty… (Taken with instagram)
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Write to me only once a week, so that your letter arrives on Sunday — for I cannot endure your daily letters, I am incapable of enduring them. For instance, I answer one of your letters, then lie in bed in apparent calm, but my heart beats through my entire body and is conscious only of you. I belong to you; there is really no other way of expressing it, and that is not strong enough. But for this very reason I don’t want to know what you are wearing; it confuses me so much that I cannot deal with life; and that’s why I don’t want to know that you are fond of me. If I did, how could I, fool that I am, go on sitting in my office, or here at home, instead of leaping onto a train with my eyes shut and opening them only when I am with you?
— Franz Kafka, a letter to his love
