one of the more interesting parts of the festivities at the park yesterday were the teams of dancers doing some sort of take-off on vogueing---we had watched one team in an impromptu show at the park a few weeks ago---never seen anything else quite like it
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9/01/2008 07:13:00 PM
Each of us is all the sums he has not counted: subtract us into nakedness and night again, and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday in Texas.
The seed of our destruction will blossom in the desert, the alexin of our cure grows by a mountain rock, and our lives are haunted by a Georgia slattern, because a London cutpurse went unhung. Each moment is the fruit of forty thousand years. The minute-winning days, like flies, buzz home to death, and every moment is a window on all time.
john northbrooke, c. 1570
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