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Zen and the Art of Terms and Conditions

on February 01, 2013

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Where Maudgalyayana sat by the river and wept

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Remember that stand of the public’s, leaving no visible traces of that hackneyed suffix? Remember the insurrection, the acid thrown in journalists faces, everything back in proportion?

Freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two make four. If that is granted, all else follows. George Orwell I agree that two times two makes four is an excellent thing; but if we are dispensing praise, then two times two makes five is sometimes a most charming little thing as well. Fyodor Dostoyevsky

In Which a Nightclub Bouncer Dreams of Odin

Magistrate of lost souls, curated bicep ranged, clouting the clouds. Loud, lout. Out. Imparts the mortar, banners, spittle, ignominy and torture for love of his daughters. Guards his Asgard, with hardened gait and half and half, for garlanded gobdaws who, as mere men, fickle as a windsock, locomotively forget him, mishear his steed's trample.

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