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Rexusthe1stR

Rexusthe1st

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Hello all,, I hope you do enjoin reading some stuff, take care guys and GOD Bless you all.

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Dan Moldoveanu

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'Somebody at one of these places ... asked me: "What do you do? How do you write, create?" You don't, I told them. You don't try. That's very important: not to try, either for Cadillacs, creation or immortality. You wait, and if nothing happens, you wait some more. It's like a bug high on the wall. You wait for it to come to you. When it gets close enough you reach out, slap out and kill it. Or if you like its looks you make a pet out of it.' - Charles Bukowski

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IA

Isaac Asimov

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Biographical (non-literary) How do you pronounce \"Isaac Asimov\"? \"EYE\'zik AA\'zi-mov\". The name is spelled with an \"s\" and not a \"z\" because Asimov\'s father didn\'t understand the English alphabet clearly when the family moved to the U.S. in 1923. (In Russian, the spelling was the Cyrillic equivalent of Azimov, and in Yiddish, the Hebrew letters were aleph-zayin-yod-mem-aleph-vav-vav.) One way to remember this pronunciation is the pun from The Flying Sorcerers by Larry Niven and David Gerrold: \"As a color, shade of purple-grey\", or \"As a mauve\". Asimov wrote a poem (\"The Prime of Life\") in which he rhymes his surname with \"stars above\"; someone else suggested amending the poem to rhyme it with \"mazel tov\", which he thought an improvement. Asimov\'s own suggestion, however, as to how to remember his name was to say \"Has Him Off\" and leave out the H\'s. When did Asimov die? What was the cause of his death? Where is he buried? Asimov died on April 6, 1992 of heart...

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Duca Horia

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So why did I do it? I could offer a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's gonna change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on. Going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc, and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, 9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,looking ahead to the day you die.

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Osho

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Tantra is a very revolutionary concept - the oldest and yet the newest. Tantra is one of the oldest traditions and yet untraditional, even antitraditional, because tantra says unless you are whole and one you are missing life altogether. You should not remain in a split state: you must become one. What to do to become one? You can go on thinking but that is not going to help because thinking is the technique to divide. Thinking is analytical. It divides;it splits things. Feeling unites, synthesizes, makes things one. So you can go on thinking, reading, studying, contemplating. It is not going to help unless you fall back to the feeling centre. Sex can be a very deep fulfillment, and sex can throw you back to your wholeness, to your natural, real being, for many reasons. Those reasons have to be understood. One, sex is a total act. You are thrown off your mind, off balance. That is why there is so much fear of sex. You are identified with the mind, and sex is a no-mind act. You become...

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Robert Sheckley

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Robert Sheckley, born in 1928, grew up in New Jersey and served in Korea before selling his first story in 1951. A master of satire and irony whose work has been called \"galactic humor,\" Sheckley was one of the first to portray gadgets that think for humans, such as intelligent refrigerators. Among his classic stories are \"Shape\", \"Specialist\", \"Seventh Victim\", and \"Warm\" (all 1953), \"The Prize of Peril\" (1958), \"The Store of the Worlds\" (1959), \"The People Trap\" (1968), and \"Can You Feel Anything When I Do This?\" (1969); \"Shall We Have a Little Talk?\" (1965) and \"What Is Life?\" (1976) were Nebula and World Fantasy award nominees respectively. Early story collections Untouched by Human Hands (1954), Citizen in Space (1955), and Pilgrimage to Earth (1957) were followed by others in the \'60s and \'70s, with retrospective The Collected Short Fiction of Robert Sheckley published in 5 volumes in 1991. Sheckley\'s first novel Immortality Inc. (1959) was an expanded...

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Tudor Damian

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My name is Tudor Damian, but friends call me Tudy. I was born April 12, 1984, in Bistrita, Romania. I have been living in Cluj-Napoca since 2003. A few things about me: I work in System Administration for a hosting company in the US, and I’m interested in technology, web standards and systems and network security. I also like anything that has to do with astronomy & astrology, photography, chess, logic puzzles, new-age music and oriental philosophy. As far as my literary preferences go, I like "classic" Sci-Fi (Isaac Asimov, Frank Herbert, Arthur C. Clarke, Douglas Adams) and English poetry (William Blake, Edgar Allan Poe). Over the years, I won a few prizes at local and national poetry and prose contests, and had my texts published in a few magazines. You can find more info about me, and some of the texts I've written on my personal web page (www.tudy.ro).

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Dan IordacheDI

Dan Iordache

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Am imigrat cu familia in Québec, Canada. In tara am fost traducator, profesor de istorie si engleza, fotoreporter si jurnalist. In Québec, am reluat studiile de arte plastice, am obtinut un Certificat in Artele Visuale. Din 2002 sunt artist visual profesionist iar din 2003 predau expresiunea artistica (in special pictura acrilica si acuarela).O parte din ce am facut se poate vedea fie pe www.artsquebec.ca (ca Ion Danu) fie pe id.sito.org/yan. I've immigrated to Sherbrooke, Quebec, Canada, with my family. In the old country I was a translator, a history teacher, a reporter, journalist and such. Here, in Quebec, I've did all kind of odd jobs and studied art until I've found my last job as an art teacher (and freelance visual artist). If interested, you can see what I do at : http://id.sito.org/yan/ J'ai imigré au Québec avec ma famille. En Roumanie, j'étais traducteur, professeur d'historie et d'anglais, photo reporter, journaliste. Au Québec, j'ai étudié à l'Université (j'ai une...

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P. D. OuspenskyPO

P. D. Ouspensky

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Peter D. Ouspensky (March 4, 1878–October 2, 1947), (Pyotr Demianovich Ouspenskii, also Uspenskii or Uspensky, Пётр Демья́нович Успе́нский), a Russian esotericist known for his expositions of the early work of the Greek-Armenian teacher of esoteric doctrine George Gurdjieff, whom he met in Moscow in 1915. He was associated with the ideas and practices originating with Gurdjieff from then on. In 1924, he separated from Gurdjieff personally, and some, including Rodney Collin among others, say that he finally gave up the (Gurdjieff) "system" that he had shared with people for 25 years in England and the United States, but his own recorded words on the subject ("A Record of Meetings," published posthumously) do not clearly endorse this judgement nor does Ouspensky's emphasis on "you must make a new beginning" after confessing "I've left the...

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Agape Stefan Daniel

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The Self-Seeker

de Robert Frost

Willis, I didn\'t want you here to-day: The lawyer\'s coming for the company. I\'m going to sell my soul, or, rather, feet. Five hundred dollars for the pair, you know.\" \"With you the feet have...

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înregistrare post-apocaliptică

de Adrian Cretu

din volumul: "Orice om este un cântec fără rimă". Editura Junimea, Iași, 2012 I în data de 26 mai 2009, la 5.42 dimineața ora româniei a fost raportată o lumină puternică dinspre vest aceasta a...

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The Axe Helve

de Robert Frost

I\'ve known ere now an interfering branch Of alder catch my lifted axe behind me. But that was in the woods, to hold my hand From striking at another alder\'s roots, And that was, as I say, an alder...

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Dracula

de Bram Stoker

DRACULA (1897) written by Bram Stoker Chapter 1 - Jonathan Harker\'s Journal 3 May. Bistriz. Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46,...

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Discutie cu Candyce

de Luca Tiberiu

Candyce says: can i ask you something.....what are you sending me? PaDaS says: yep PaDaS says: Candyce says: what is it? Candyce says: how'd you do that? Candyce says: please tell me Candyce says:...

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Twisted Thoughts

de Monica-Ioana Bălan

i feel like i\'m in hell, but wish i were in heaven ; life is mistery to me, in the way i feel it. everything\'s wrong, life\'s seems unfair; it just isn\'t right ... to me, to everybody ... you see...

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Hamlet

de William Shakespeare

HAMLET DRAMATIS PERSONAE (PAGINA 3) ACT I SCENE III A room in Polonius\' house. [Enter LAERTES and OPHELIA] LAERTES My necessaries are embark\'d: farewell: And, sister, as the winds give benefit And...

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Cockteil Mioritza

de Laurentiu Blaga

PERSONAJE: Sf. Petru – patronul barului „Poarta Raiului” Bejan - proletar din tată-n fiu Bachus – un hipiot mioritic Iuda - un creștin rătăcit, muncitor la CONEL Nick (prescurtare de la Nicolae) – un...

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A Thousand Kisses Deep

de Leonard Cohen

You came to me this morning and you handled me like meat. You\'d have to be a man to know how good that feels, how sweet. My mirrored twin, my next of kin, I\'d know you in my sleep and who but you...

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A happy/unhappy event

de Adrian Arvunescu

It was a beautiful day when I met Traian on a cargo ship to Afghanistan. We both were illegal immigrants seeking a better life. I forgot to mention that I m from Papua, where big people eat little...

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