Essay
Grumpy
I hate essays. Why why why do I have to analyse something which was written 400 years ago, I don't think I would mind so much, except I left it till last minute.. it has to be in tomorrow.
Looks like I'm not getting any sleep tonight, I'm on my 9th cup of coffee already
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You step into the Road, and if you don't keep your feet, there is no telling where you might be swept off to.
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That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?
-- The Second Coming, William Butler Yeats
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Panthera tigris altaica anthropomorfica
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Mi guardi senza dire una parola, sorridi mentre dentro muori ancora...E' il lato oscuro della solitudine.
Se mi tiri giù, non riuscirò...
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