 - Last login: 5 hours agoLupusarctos
- lupusarctos is a 29 year old guy from New York, USA.
- Likes 205 pages, 14 videos, 104 photos • 87 fans • Received 34 reviews
- Member since Jul 18, 2007
Stumbling upon gaps in reality.
Try pages 7, 10 and 12.
I am Jack's random quote generator.
I am afflicted with Lycanthropy. Beware of the dog.
I still don't like Rumi.
I don't believe everything is good. I don't believe everything is bad. I am integrating both extremes and finding everything in the middle.
I am training in choicelessness
and kindness giving up all hope of fruition I recommit each day to doing the best I can.
Risk everything. Lose nothing.
Know emptiness. Gain everything.
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Getting Our Mac On
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Jul 18, 7:47pm
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Jul 17, 10:32pm
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Jul 17, 10:29pm
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lens culture: Les Rencontres dArles Photographie 2008 Preview
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Jul 17, 10:20pm
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•http://www.lensculture.com/arles2008....
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Jul 17, 10:09pm
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Fast is the enemy of the curious.
More is the thief of the endless.
Restlessness is the fugitive of equanimity.
Thought is the captor of happiness.
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Jul 17, 10:04pm
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Perpetual Emotion
Her heart was like a shark.
Were she ever to stop her motion
- from one lover to another -
It would have surely ceased
To love
And died.
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Jul 17, 10:00pm
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"Anger at things that happen shows small wit;
For all our wrath concerns them not a bit."
-- Author unknown
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Jul 17, 9:55pm
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arts
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"He who can say how he burns, burns little"
-- Petrarch
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Jul 17, 9:52pm
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Rows of red, and blue
Vinyl's masquerade for leather,
In the crisp, morning hue,
And then it's you.
Always in the same spot
Back there
Locking eyes
Through shut lids
Forehead like a golden crown
Adorning sculpted, pale cheeks.
Hair drawn back
Caressing shoulders
Like the chocolate mane
Of a proud mare,
Or a waterfall
In spring.
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Jul 17, 9:38pm
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Love, like sweet milk, has its expiration date.
Once, the giver of life from the suckling tit,
It grows sour and foul,
Until it curdles in anger and hate
To choke the lovers
And seal their fate.
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