If Quasimodo's parents were gypsies, why is he white?


Trois RevesFirst. I warmed the nape of her neck with my breath. My hair brushed against her cheek as I pondered what I might do in the next few moments, but my scheme fizzled and died with an agonizing scream when she turned her face away from me and left me alone in the inky room. Something in my chest snapped. It was the type of pain that resulted in a trail of saliva running down my chin rather than tears.Trois Reves
Second. In that moment of ecstasy, I assumed that the noise outside meant nothing. But her eyes popped open and she became completely immersed in the scene outside the window.
"It's just a play of the light," said I. "Pay


BoxesThe box. Such a human shape. I have yet to see a perfectly smooth cube occur in nature, but we humans surround ourselves with boxes as if they are the most natural polygons in the universe. Right now, for instance, I'm staring at a box-shaped screen while tapping away on twenty-six miniature boxes in order to formulate these words. When I'm finished, I may consider printing this paper onto a nearly two-dimensional piece of compressed, bleached wood. Several of those seemingly two-dimensional boxes stack up into books, which are lined up on my box-shaped bookcase.Boxes
When I decide to take a break from writing, I look up at the box-sh
Quiet Girl
And a lovely gallery as well.
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I've got a question for you: where do you see yourself in five minutes tiiiiimmmeee?
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I have a PhD in Horribleness.
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Good Night, Sweet Dreams and Sleep Well my perfect stranger. Our paths may not cross again, and no one knows what's to come tomorrow.
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Sorin is the name, fire is my game.
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"Art is what you can get away with."
Andy Warhol
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Imagine the happiest moment in your life.
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I have a PhD in Horribleness.
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Look to the stars.. hear their voices sing. live you life.. free your soul.. be who you want to be...
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