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so I think I have a crush on coberst. I know nothing about him. But his posts are always so intelligent and invoke critical thinking. Even though I sometimes disagree with him, I find his knowledge and language abilities refreshing.
Yes, I have admitted it. Also, I don't think he ever reads this thread![]()
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
I've read some of Coberst's posts too and I find him a really cool intellectual.
My first crush here on Litnet was JBI (just that I found him really interesting), but that was a long time ago. I'm so over him.
Vanitas vanitatum, dixit Ecclesiastes, vanitas vanitatum, et omnia vanitas.
Yo sé quién soy, y sé que puedo ser no sólo los que he dicho. - Don Quixote
oh yeah, JBI is great too... I find him intriguing as well.
but yeah I am sure I will have a hundred crushes over some time...
"All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours." -Aldous Huxley
"Sooner murder an infant in its cradle than nurse unacted desires." -William Blake
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"It is not that I am mad; it is only that my head is different from yours.”
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dibs!!!
HAX Energy Soda....
you only WISH you were aweome enough to drink it.
Oh to be young again...
When you are young (and unattached)...your crushes are unrealized possibilities...
Merely dreams that may never be...but may never be's...in mind are 'could possibly be's...
But time stealthily steals away the youthful dreams and leaves behind the little tease...
But age teaches us to love not lust, to seek the deeper heart to trust...
So...does that mean that the more aged ones cannot fuss...
Over a fleeting harmless crush?
Les Miserables,
Volume 1, Fifth Book, Chapter 3
Remember this, my friends: there are no such things as bad plants or bad men. There are only bad cultivators.
Lima, all you need to do to steal my heart is drive by my house in your car, towing your space mobile.
As far as falling in love with yourself. Incest seems impossible due to your inability to asexually reproduce.
Or... do you astound us with another amazing skill you posess?
Everyone knows what's in room 101.
Everything becomes irrelevant, when the sky tears open.
"Hey Kevin." "What?" "Theres a ditch there." "Sh*t!"