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Creative Writing “Pygmalion” Alexander Stone hadn’t seen the sun for weeks, and what’s more, he never considered or tried to remember how long it had been. All he knew was the smell of oil in his clothes, the grit of metal grinders between his fingers, and the blisters that mutilated his hands. But to him, it was all worth it. He passed his answering machine without a thought to the dozens of messages from worried friends and family members on his way to the sink. The water felt so cold against his tortured skin, but his mind was elsewhere. Currently, it was on Katr

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Il n'y a pas d'amour heureux
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"When you breathe you inspire. When you do not breathe you expire."
-Unknown eleven year old
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Fur is dead: [link]
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"..science is no more than an investigation of a miracle we can never explain, and art is an interpretation of that miracle."
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Sitting with a fag in one hand and coffee in the other... waiting for the world to come crashing down upon me.
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