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“ Aquele menino foi internado numa clínica, dizem que por falta de atenção dos amigos, das lembranças, dos sonhos que se configuram tristes e inertes como uma ampulheta imóvel, não se mexe, não se move. Não trabalha.
yea I shouldn’t have done that
Loneliness has followed me my whole life. Everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There’s no escape. I’m God’s lonely man… June 8th. My life has taken another turn again. The days can go on with regularity over and over, one day indistinguishable from the next. A long continuous chain. Then suddenly, there is a change.
Who are you on a scale of Lucas to shit
“ Capitalism doesn’t inspire creativity, it stifles it. There are millions of geniuses that might be doing something brilliant, but instead are putting stickers on packets of biscuits they can barely afford for 12 hours a day so some lazy prick can play golf every Sunday with all the other impotent do nothing pricks.
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Ourben: (via theorthodoxheretic)
One interesting thing about the Works Progress Administration during the Great Depression, is that they actively employed artists, to be artists. Not to work in factories or farms, but to be artists.
(via brosephstalin)
