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The Broken Fourth
A Look at the World through what Wish to be Brecht's Eyes.
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Monday, December 15, 2008
Isolation in Paradise
No one goes to the
bars
anymore. I perform for no one.
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Yours Truly,
gk
I only wish to expand your knowledge and my knowledge with that which I know: the art of performance and its analysis.
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And we're off, like a herd of turtles.
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{Beauty}
Ein mal brach ich mir das Bein; es war das schönste Erlebnis meines Lebens.
[
`once`
i broke my_leg_it was the most \beautiful\ experience of my |life|]
-Kafka
