Tuesday, 11 September 2007

We don't know, you know, we don't know, do we?, what counts

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10 comments:

  1. the therapistTuesday, September 11, 2007 11:47:00 pm

    And I wonder at you, Prozac, how many and various are the ways you see yourself...?

    regards.

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  2. SteveTuesday, September 11, 2007 11:51:00 pm

    Thankfully, numerous.

    Particularly when fractured through the beautiful softening prism of a good SSRI.

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  3. ElizTWednesday, September 12, 2007 9:06:00 am

    There was a time when you could buy stockings in a plastic egg-shaped container like this. Thank you for reminding me.

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  4. baggelboyWednesday, September 12, 2007 10:54:00 am

    I first read it as
    "A bacon of hope"

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  5. AnonymousWednesday, September 12, 2007 11:15:00 am

    a visual koan of sorts, aye?

    or a page in a Highlights Magazine at the dentist..

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  6. AnonymousWednesday, September 12, 2007 11:15:00 am

    you make a "good SSRI" sound like a good batch of LSD.

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  7. soulbrushWednesday, September 12, 2007 5:14:00 pm

    or as a stupid little pill that we desperate many have to have!

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  8. SteveWednesday, September 12, 2007 5:38:00 pm

    For us jews, it pretty much is 'the bacon of hope'.

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  9. UnknownFriday, September 14, 2007 1:30:00 pm

    Looks like the boiled egg in its cup

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  10. SteveSunday, September 16, 2007 12:11:00 pm

    Or even a Wittgenstein rip-off from Philosophical Investigations...

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