If it is false, then it cannot be true. Unless it is yet another instance of that false truth that we find so perplexing and aggravating.
Benedict Symes, A Meditation on Periodicity.
[Crowley] claims to have witnessed the telekinetic repair of a shattered teacup. All this in a darkened room in an old home on the outskirts of Stuttgart.
Cyrus Donato, Nodes and Internodes.
Bohemian: One who thinks of himself as being a “bohemian.” (See also Hipster.)
Clive Morrow, A Crustacean’s Dictionary.
deacons trucked
sins sear
loot tenant
gin your wine
Andrew Tertullian, Pandora’s Ponderous Puns.
Words—all written words—are mere detritus.
Amanda Willcoxen, ed., The Philosophical and Literary Fragments of Gregory James Sallust.
The idea of enlightenment—the notion that one is enlightened—is intoxicating. There is no known remedy.
Rollin Mungo, Selected Rants of Mr. Barraclough.
Just look at us. Do people this frivolous deserve their own nation?
Oswald Delling, Where Are the Vikings?
There were loud snaps and cracks emanating from the big oak table. And in the evening, furniture would move of its own accord.
Teresa Ravens, The Lives of Helena Blavatsky.
Hedonism leads to boredom, and that sort of boredom leads to monstrosity.
Hecuba Gathers, A Purely Physical World.
Is it the case that any definition will necessarily lead to an “infinite” regress?
Tanner Faust, A Scrapbook of Impertinent Interrogatives.
