THE BLA LAB
"Why?", he was asked. "Because at night we need the light more." Nasrudin was carrying home
| -- Don Marquis | the death | -- Charles Ives, |
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| Wouldn't this be | if bold | that begins to bunch |
| A pedestal is as much | loiters in midair, soliloquizing flippantly, | Fill what's empty, empty what's full, |
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| "I | I stopped believing in | Twenty years of |
| if nam=hnames[y] then | Why I Can't Go Out | nämlich das Bedürfnis zu lernen, |
| haben uns ans Ufer | "No, ma'am. We're musicians." -- | YOU HEAR HIM |
| -- J. Robert Oppenheimer, "Bulletin | Roy Rogers Leonard Slye | want to make |