Monthly Archives: March 2011
Lo Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita: The baths were mostly tiled showers, with an endless variety of spouting mechanisms, but with one definitely non-Laodicean characteristic in common, a propensity, while in use, to turn instantly beastly hot or blindingly cold upon you, … Continue reading
There once was a changeling-all-thought Jumping walls, and raw And timidly-all-vanity “That blade, Argoergoblacksailregicide, is not an erstwhile peacock You’ll Purchase mail for Crowing high-bounce and fide When ceasing choosing (change-blind-ling) and Auto- Minotaur, like antimatterdoppleganger simplycanwejustbe?
So what I have tried to do is compile some of the less familiar with a few of the classics. All below are the full text. Atheist Collection #1 Collection Includes:
I stand at the seashore alone and start to think. There are rushing waves, mountains of molecules, each stupidly minding its own business, trillions apart yet forming white surf in unison. Ages on ages before any eyes could see, year … Continue reading
I wish I bore an ease That savoured every quip I hate the hurting more Because the laughter becomes @Me And then what do I do or say I’m suddenly too small Softer than spooning reveille Harder than the threat-side … Continue reading
I suggest you indulge in short stories. Something delectable, almost gratuitous about a one-sitting read. THE AIR-SHIP Imagine, if you can, a small room, hexagonal in shape, like the cell of abee. It is lighted neither by window nor by … Continue reading