The Old Curiosity Shop by Charles Dickens wrote on Jul 22nd 2004, 23:11:43 about
| Amount of texts to »me« | 130, and there are 118 texts (90.77%) with a rating above the adjusted level (-3) |
| Average lenght of texts | 127 Characters |
| Average Rating | 1.300 points, 24 Not rated texts |
| First text | on Apr 8th 2000, 04:29:37 wrote me about me |
| Latest text | on Nov 1st 2015, 12:46:02 wrote carolyn stewart about me |
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on Oct 25th 2001, 11:11:52 wrote
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daniel wrote on May 4th 2000, 09:45:39 about
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Rating: 11 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyI finally found that the force at the center of the universe is not me.
Chris wrote on Apr 10th 2000, 22:33:21 about
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Rating: 9 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyImportant words to remember for scrabble are: Do Re Me So La Te (Do)
Josef wrote on May 5th 2000, 01:01:50 about
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Rating: 21 point(s) | Read and rate text individually
Doe, a deer, a female deer
Ray, a drop of golden sun
Me, a name I call the rational, conscious part of my brain. Freud called this the ego, or self. So what are the parts of me that aren't me? Do my subconscious thoughts share my existance, or just interact with it? Can I (being »me«) assume responsibility for the uncontrolled actions of my id and superego? And if this is »me«, then who the hell are »you«?
Jay wrote on Feb 16th 2001, 21:57:40 about
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ontheverge wrote on Mar 2nd 2002, 06:05:13 about
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Crea wrote on Jun 30th 2000, 22:07:36 about
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Groggy groove wrote on Apr 11th 2000, 21:32:18 about
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When I wrote of the women in their dancec and wildness, it was a mask,
on their mountain, gold-hunting, singing, in orgy,
it was a mask; when I wrote of the god,
fragmented, exiled from himself, his life, the love gone down with song,
it was myself, split open, unable to speak, in exile from myself.
There is no mountain, there is no god, there is no memory
of my torn life, myself split open in sleep, the rescued child
beside me among the doctors, and a word
of rescue from the great eyes.
No more masks! No more mythologies!
Now, for the first time, the god lifts his hand,
the fragments join in me with their own music.
wigbomb wrote on Nov 3rd 2001, 06:34:25 about
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Here's me writing on a coupon
the value of me in book form
made strange to a handtowel
nakedly without goods
an angel told me through pads
through a screen the angel
of speech was me
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Dakota
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Liedgut
DerSagenumwobeneKelchderKotze022
erwischen
Kanaldeckel
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