I just reread Shooting an Elephant again. Man. As far as bricks go, I'm pretty a emotionless one, but I can never read that without choking up.
"He was dying, very slowly and in great agony, but in some world remote from me where not even a bullet could damage him further. I felt that I had got to put an end to that dreadful noise. It seemed dreadful to see the great beast lying there, powerless to move and yet powerless to die, and not even to be able to finish him."
Oh, but our homework is to "rewrite this story from the perspective of an Indian." Which would be great and all except it has to be under a page, double-spaced, on a word document.
TIME TO MESS WITH THE MARGINS






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O with thy wisdom guide us.
Correct with bong of decibels
The lunatic inside us.
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You're not special; you're just like me.
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"I feel like I could make a sandwich in between claps"."
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"Death, they say, acquits us of all obligations."
--Michel de Montaigne
IN CASE YOU COULD NOT TELL.
Chyeah.
My deep dark soul. Where I keep my deep dark abyss feelings.
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Unprovided with original learning, unformed in the habits of thinking, unskilled in the arts of composition, I resolved to write a book.
[Edward Gibbon]
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Wherever you go, no matter what weather, bring your own sunshine.
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Beauty, in all it's forms, is a cruel mistress...
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[Flickr]
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"não aprendi a me render,que caia o inimigo então."
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