The Art of Tetman Callis

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Scoured

August 25th, 2013 · No Comments

The weeping man lied to God. He—the weeping man, not God (who may well be a she, or an it, or all three, plus…)— he is in the basement laundry room pulling the clean, wet clothes from the washer to put them into the dryer, where they will spin around for sixty minutes and he […]

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At least it’s consistent

August 25th, 2013 · No Comments

“Does this present not belong to the mob?  The mob, however, does not know what is great or small, what is straight and honest: it is innocently crooked, it always lies.” – Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (trans. Hollingdale) Share this…FacebookPinterestTwitterLinkedinemailPrint

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