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Here, take this ratty old pamphlet. For the striking workers and teachers in France.
posted at 11:15 PM | comments (2) | politics/history
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“Don’t tell me what I can do, or I’ll have my moustache eat your beard.”
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Perhaps the only sign of hope in the film is the suggestion that people in the future are using tachyon beams to send a message back into the past to be apprehended as dreams by the scientists. Although the content of the message is never quite revealed, it is clear it is a warning.
posted at 1:47 PM | comments (5) | grrr
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We know nothing. We record, calculate, draw conclusions. Your replies were difficult and sometimes impossible to codify. We deduce a below-average intelligence. We are sometimes in mortal need of inferior intelligences. At other times we have a no less mortal distrust of them. We will call you back.
posted at 1:35 PM | comments (7) | dread/ennui, work
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Someone take these dreams away / That point me to another day / A duel of personalities / That stretch all true reality / And keep calling me
posted at 2:04 PM | comments (2) | dreams
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