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18 photos Leave an imprint A good joke [04 Sep 2003|01:24am] [ mood | amused ] [ music | none ] from childfree. A husband and wife are waiting at the bus stop, with them are their 8 children. A blind man joins them after a few minutes. When the bus arrives, they find it overloaded and only the wife and her eight children are able to fit in the bus, so the husband and the blind man decide to walk. After a while the husband gets irritated by the ticking of the stick of the blind man and says to him, "Why don't you put a piece of rubber at the end of your stick, that ticking sound is driving me crazy!!" The blind man replies, "If you would've put a rubber on the end of YOUR stick, we'd be sitting in the bus, so shut up!!!!

1 photo Leave an imprint I found this... [25 Aug 2003|04:40pm] via artists. "There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. If you block it, it will never exist through any other medium and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is; nor how valuable it is; nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You merely have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased . . . There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is only a queer, divine dissatisfaction; a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others." -Martha Graham

1 photo Leave an imprint [07 Aug 2003|01:36pm] [ mood | creative ] [ music | rice -- LoveRain Type: 8 (tsuioku) ] I discovered a poet named Robert Graves in college and fell in love with his work, periodically picking up one of his books and immersing myself again in his world. Today, this poem started calling to me, even though I haven't picked up his book for many a moon. It makes even more sense now that I have gotten so deep into my writings of Gauze and Enanti. ( The Devil's Advice to Story-Tellers )

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