Glycerin bar
Ok, what do I do with the cracks in it? Should I melt it down first to remove them? But then I might get bubbles.
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Is it just me or...
In fiction, there is an over-representation of death compared to birth. Most works contain at least one death, real or symbolic. Birth? Not so often. There are many instances of symbolic rebirth, but not of actual birth.
In the world of fiction, birth is symbolic and death is real.
In the world of fiction, birth is symbolic and death is real.
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Truth-Lie spectrum... what's the word for "jedi truth"?
LIE
Knows self to be lying and lies: to lie, a lie
Doesn't know self to be lying but lies: to confabulate, confabulation, "honest lie"
Knows self to be misguiding and tells truth in a way that it becomes a lie in the listener's mind: <--- what is the name for this? TV Tropes used to call this a Jedi Truth, but what's the actual word?
Doesn't know self to be misguiding and tells the truth, but becomes a lie in the listener's mind: a misunderstanding
Thinks self to be lying but tells the truth without knowing: <--- what is the word? as seen in Wilde's The Importance of being Ernest.
Knows the truth and tells the truth: to tell, a truth
TRUTH
Knows self to be lying and lies: to lie, a lie
Doesn't know self to be lying but lies: to confabulate, confabulation, "honest lie"
Knows self to be misguiding and tells truth in a way that it becomes a lie in the listener's mind: <--- what is the name for this? TV Tropes used to call this a Jedi Truth, but what's the actual word?
Doesn't know self to be misguiding and tells the truth, but becomes a lie in the listener's mind: a misunderstanding
Thinks self to be lying but tells the truth without knowing: <--- what is the word? as seen in Wilde's The Importance of being Ernest.
Knows the truth and tells the truth: to tell, a truth
TRUTH
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School musing from cegep years
"Je ne prends pas de notes: je ramasse les corps des mots mort-nés et je les dépose sur des feuilles sans vie."
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Calmer way to say what I actually wanted to say. General after-school thought.
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"Je ne prends pas de notes! Les mots sortant de votre bouche sont cinglés comme des drosophiles soûlées d'éther trop dilué. Il faut que je les tue à coups de crayon et éparpille leur sang, leur chair et leur exosquelette ici et là sur les feuilles pour calmer ma colère."
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What I would say after a bio lab.
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"Je ne prends pas de notes. Je ne prends jamais de notes. Je ne sais pas comment. Ce que je fais, c'est ramasser des cadavres: ils sont morts, ces mots malchanceux!"
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What I would say after a French class.
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"Notes? Quelles notes? Désolé, je dormais."
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What could've happened in real life, after taking a nap during class time.
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Contrary to popular belief, school is a muse. She looks like a lion. Or a sphinx. Or a cherub. The old cherub, not the modern days baby-like cherub.
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J'ai vu Brébeuf dans les bras du Brouillard, indifférent comme un vieux lion paresseux.
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...I think I'm going to write School/Fog slash fic XD -mad- Hey, I'm seeing a cat that isn't there! A big one too! It has the colour of dry stones and scent of wet grass.
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Calmer way to say what I actually wanted to say. General after-school thought.
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"Je ne prends pas de notes! Les mots sortant de votre bouche sont cinglés comme des drosophiles soûlées d'éther trop dilué. Il faut que je les tue à coups de crayon et éparpille leur sang, leur chair et leur exosquelette ici et là sur les feuilles pour calmer ma colère."
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What I would say after a bio lab.
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"Je ne prends pas de notes. Je ne prends jamais de notes. Je ne sais pas comment. Ce que je fais, c'est ramasser des cadavres: ils sont morts, ces mots malchanceux!"
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What I would say after a French class.
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"Notes? Quelles notes? Désolé, je dormais."
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What could've happened in real life, after taking a nap during class time.
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Contrary to popular belief, school is a muse. She looks like a lion. Or a sphinx. Or a cherub. The old cherub, not the modern days baby-like cherub.
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J'ai vu Brébeuf dans les bras du Brouillard, indifférent comme un vieux lion paresseux.
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...I think I'm going to write School/Fog slash fic XD -mad- Hey, I'm seeing a cat that isn't there! A big one too! It has the colour of dry stones and scent of wet grass.
Poem That Won 3rd Place at Grave-Pupilles 2007
It was meant to be a gift for the teachers who helped me with my writing. One of them decided to submit it to the contest. Yeah. Oh, and it was written as the apres-gout of another poem context that took place before this one where I only got a honorable mention. And this poem is 3 year-old.
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