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isms end schisms

η ζωή, το σύμπαν & τα πάντα με δανεική ψηφιακή

Espress yourself

Thursday, January 05, 2012










& keep it real! Don't











it...

Alive & Kicking

Monday, January 02, 2012

Χιμαιρινό Λιοστάσι

Thursday, December 22, 2011

Accidental G.A.P.

Thursday, November 03, 2011
From Wikipedia, the free en-cyclop-edia

In linguistics an accidental gap, also known as a gap or a hole in the pattern, is a word or other form that does not exist in some language but which would be expected to exist given the grammatical rules of the language.[1] For example, in English a noun may be formed by adding the suffix -al to a verb (e.g. recite → recital; arrive → arrival), yet there is no English word describal related to the verb describe.[2] Although theoretically such a word could exist, it does not; its absence is therefore an accidental gap.

GAP Adventures

Bye Ophelia

Saturday, October 15, 2011
Hamlet, Act III, Scene I
…
Ophelia
My lord, I have remembrances of yours
That I have longed long to re-deliver.
I pray you, now receive them.

Hamlet
No, not I! I never gave you aught.

Ophelia
My honour'd lord, you know right well you did,
And with them words of so sweet breath compos'd
As made the things more rich. Their perfume lost,
Take these again; for to the noble mind
Rich gifts wax poor when givers prove unkind.
There, my lord.
…








Breath-taking from μπιορκ γκουντμντσντοττιρ’s biophilia-narration.

Shaded

Wednesday, October 12, 2011








I'm sad and I'm lonely, my heart it will break
My sweetheart loves another, Lord, I wish I was dead!
My cheeks once were red as the bloom on the rose
But now they are whiter than the lily that grows

Young ladies, take a warning, take a warning from me
Don't waste your affections on a young man so free
He'll hug you, he'll kiss you, he'll tell you more lies
Than the cross-ties on the railroad or the stars in the sky

I'm troubled, I'm troubled, I'm troubled in mind
If trouble don't kill me, I'll live a long time










Give me back the nights
give me back the agony of my solitude
the nights i've spent alone
the million, endless, solitary nights of my life
give me back all the people i desired

and never came
give me back your love
the love which was never really given
and even in the lessons which you gave
there was the taking

for your surprise
at loving someone more helpless than yourself
give me back the nights

give me back the agony
of the years
of lonely living
give me back the thousand rejections of my love
give me back the love

which i deserved
give me back the time
the lost time and energy and beauty of my youth
wasted in the wait and spilled out in imitation
when nothing was coming
and the waiting
the waiting

give me back the nights
when we should've lain together
building a great temple of our love

give me back the nights
the nights,
the nights,
the nights,
the nights,
the nights

the long,
cruel,
endless,
dead
...
nights










I'm troubled (x2)

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Wednesday, October 05, 2011

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