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Om du får en
hvit eller neger
Et barn eller en elgkalv

Ditt eller mitt

Det er mye forlangt
Litt normalitet

Men man skal
forlange mye!

Jeg fikk deg ikke med
Derfor måtte jeg
lete

Hvorfor ser dere ikke
at veien er fri
og vi kan flykte?

Tvers gjennom veggen
og fri?

Dere bygger hus
på den store kroppen
Jorden

Sikre på at dere
aldri ristes av

Hvorfor kan dere
ikke
rives med?

Hva er det som er lovet dere
som dere absolutt
må holde
deres del av avtalen til?

Hva er belønningen til slutt?

Kaker på konditoriet?

Skal min belønning
baee være
at jeg vet
damene på Haiti
malte rumpene blå
mens damene i Paris
malte ansiktet
hvitt?

Have you ever heard that the Japanese word for pillow, "makura," is made from combining the words for "storage place" and "soul"?
It's the place that holds our head for close to 30% of our lives. Some people thought that our souls stayed there.

ASTROV

Vennskap mellom mann og kvinne kan bare oppstå i denne rekkefølgen: Først bekjent, deretter elskerinne, og så venn.

(Frå Onkel Vanja)

First Witch

Why, how now, Hecate! you look angerly.

HECATE

Have I not reason, beldams as you are,
Saucy and overbold? How did you dare
To trade and traffic with Macbeth
In riddles and affairs of death;
And I, the mistress of your charms,
The close contriver of all harms,
Was never call'd to bear my part,
Or show the glory of our art?
And, which is worse, all you have done
Hath been but for a wayward son,
Spiteful and wrathful, who, as others do,
Loves for his own ends, not for you.
But make amends now: get you gone,
And at the pit of Acheron
Meet me i' the morning: thither he
Will come to know his destiny:
Your vessels and your spells provide,
Your charms and every thing beside.
I am for the air; this night I'll spend
Unto a dismal and a fatal end:
Great business must be wrought ere noon:
Upon the corner of the moon
There hangs a vaporous drop profound;
I'll catch it ere it come to ground:
And that distill'd by magic sleights
Shall raise such artificial sprites
As by the strength of their illusion
Shall draw him on to his confusion:
He shall spurn fate, scorn death, and bear
He hopes 'bove wisdom, grace and fear:
And you all know, security
Is mortals' chiefest enemy.

Music and a song within: 'Come away, come away, etc..

Hark! I am call'd; my little spirit, see,
Sits in a foggy cloud, and stays for me.

The Bursar shrugged. "This pot", he said, peering closely, "is actually quite an old Ming vase."
He waited expectantly.
"Why's it called Ming?" said the Archchancellor, on cue.
The Bursar tapped the pot. It went ming.

Inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened.

Nanny Ogg looked under her bed in case there was a man there. Well, you never knew your luck.

"Our Jason wouldn't have told you. He only told me 'cos I would've made 'is life a living hell if he didn't," said Nanny Ogg. "That's what a mother's for."

Byta hjul

Eg sit på vegkanten.
Sjåføren byter hjul.
Eg likar ikkje staden eg kom frå.
Eg likar ikkje staden eg skal til.
Kvifor ser eg med utol på
at han byter hjul?

Virkelighet

Jeg stryker fingrene gjennom skjegget
og sier: Dette er virkelighet.
Jeg plukker opp en liten stein på veien
og ber: Vær så god, vær virkelighet.
Jeg hører de snakker om markedskrefter,
konjunkturer, statistikker og meningsmålinger
og formaner meg selv: Dette er viktig,
lær meg å se at dete er virkelighet.

Samtidig vet jeg
at ei fyrstikke er noe annet og mer enn ei fyrstikke,
fordi avstanden mellom atomene i treflisa
er relativt større enn det endeløse rommet
mellom stjernene.

Derfor disse spørsmåla:
Hva er lite? Hva er stort?
Hva er virkelighet? Fins det virkeligheter
bak virkeligheten?

Hele tida
er det noe den hjemløse lengter etter.
Skulle ønske det ikke var slik.
Det er ødslig å vite
at alt er noe annet
enn det det gir seg ut for å være
og ikke vite hva det er.

I remembered when eighteen was grown-up. I had thought I knew everything. I was about twenty-one when I figured out I knew dip-wad. I still knew nothing, but I tried real hard. Sometimes, that is the best you can do. Maybe the best anyone can do. Boy, Miss Cynical in the morning.

Jeg finner nok frem

Døden er ikke så skremmende som før.
Folk jeg var glad i
har gått foran og kvistet løype.
De var skogskarer og fjellvante.
Jeg finner nok frem.

(Kolbein Falkeid)

I grieved to think how brief the dream of the human intellect had been. It had committed suicide. It had set itself steadfastly towards comfort and ease, a balanced society with security and permanency as its watchword, it had attained its hopes - to come to this at last.

Den gamle snakket ofte om min tid. Min tid var nesten det samme som tida før, men i min tid var alt bedre og mer riktig.

Inside Every Living Person is s Dead Person Waiting to Get Out...

The intelligence of that creature known as a crowd is the square root of the number of people in it.

"What goes around comes around," said Vetinari calmly.
He tossed the paper aside. "Taxation, gentlemen, is very much like dairy farming. The task is to extract the maximum amount of milk with the minimum of moo. And I am afraid to say that these days all I get is moo."

No teenage girls is stable. Some are just better at hiding it than others.

Her postcard from Nanking told him that she certainly didn't like what passed for Chinese food in China, and that she couldn't wait to come back to London and eat proper Chinese food.

Jenter menstruerer. Gutter onanerer. Det er livets lov. Alle gjør det. Garantert og uten unntak.