ellauri020.html on line 570: Koko tyttöremmi tulee Katjan kämppään lounaalle. Se valizee kattauxen nro 4 22 eri vaihtoehdosta. Ne on vihkosessa numeroituina polaroidikuvina. Näin säästyy aikaa, ja aikahan on rahaa. Suska kazoo pyntättyjä naisia ja ajattelee: oispa kiva olla rikas eikä myydä lenkkareita hikisukkaisille kundeille. Tuomaan vasemmistofilmit saa jenkeissä vaan mädäntyneitä tomaatteja. Tuomas on työtön, vihainen, haisee viinalta ja huorilta. Suskilla on koti-ikävä. Mut onhan köyhälläkin Losissa paremmat oltavat kuin Prahassa. Aurinko paistaa, palmut huojuu, ulkonakin yöllä tarkenee, kun on maastopaloja. Roskixista löytyy poisheitettynä parempaa muonaa kuin kommareilla tshekeissä. Puolix syötyjä hamppareita ja pizzapaloja. Ja tää vapaus. Saa olla oman elämänsä sankari. Razastaa auringonlaskuun ilman apua. I´m a poor lonely cowboy and a long long way from home.
ellauri022.html on line 349: To leave his lonely lair;
ellauri022.html on line 880: I traced with lonely step the desert wild Yxin erämaata kävin ahkerasti
ellauri035.html on line 275: Leading to his grim bed. Little lonely one,
ellauri048.html on line 1604: To breathe thee over lonely seas.
ellauri067.html on line 581: From early on, Prokosch sought to surround himself with a veil of mystification and cast his life into a hopeless riddle. Approaching his sixtieth year, he boasted that no person had succeeded in knowing him as an integral personality: "I have spent my life alone, utterly alone, and no biography of me could ever more than scratch the surface. All the facts in Who’s Who, or whatever, are so utterly meaningless. My real life (if I ever dared to write it!) has transpired in darkness, secrecy, fleeting contacts and incommunicable delights, any number of strange picaresque escapades and even crimes, and I don't think that any of my 'friends' have even the faintest notion of what I'm really like or have any idea of what my life has really consisted of. . . .With all the surface 'respectability,' diplomatic and scholarly and illustrious social contacts, my real life has been subversive, anarchic, vicious, lonely, and capricious."
ellauri069.html on line 71: He was an adept of irony and deflection in person as well as on the page, a lonely and, at some level, unhappy man who needed humor and companionship. But he had, his friend Pynchon told Daugherty, “a hopeful and unbitter heart.” Women seem to have found him easy to like. He married four times and had at least two long-term relationships between the marriages. He was dependent on alcohol, and he was dependent on work. He wrote every morning and had his first drink around noon.
ellauri077.html on line 631: Wallace wanted the reader to Identify with a character, the first step to feeling less lonely, as he explains in the interview with Miller.
ellauri083.html on line 336: For all their profusion, these paled in comparison with Sachs's newest display pieces: The Cabinet, 2014, and The Rockeths, 2017. The former was a folding case fashioned from orange-and-white striped barricades and festooned with hundreds of tools, hung in groups and inscribed with the names of individuals who have "inspired, influenced, or frightened" the artist--from Le Corbusier and Louis Kahn to the members of the Wu-Tang Clan--while the latter was less a cabinet than a kind of portable workbench and shelving unit, similarly jam-packed with the tools of the artist's trade, as well as a collection of model rockets, all again labeled to namecheck various figures of personal importance--scientists, musicians, artists; Apollo, Dionysus, Stringer Bell. The fetishistic frisson the assembled materials (pens, pliers, drill bits, tape measures) clearly provoke in Sachs was made even more explicit in McMasterbation, 2016, one of a trio of scale-model space modules arrayed on plinths. Featuring a copy of the legendarily comprehensive McMaster-Carr hardware catalogue spread open like a porn mag centerfold designed for lonely gearheads--alongside a ready supply of Vaseline and a handy tissue dispenser--it was part cathectic confession of objectophilia and part self-derogating indictment of his own work's tendencies toward sometimes masturbatory excess. Smart and stupid, funny and somehow a bit sad, it was classic Sachs: too much information, in every sense of the phrase.
ellauri110.html on line 322: The following day he learns that Zhenya and her mother had departed. A boy hands him a note from Znenya, which reads: "I have told my sister everything and she insists on my parting from you. I could not hurt her by disobeying. God will give you happiness. If you knew how bitterly mamma and I have cried." The painter leaves the place too. The last glimpse of hope to fill his lonely life with any kind of meaning is now gone, and the person who robbed him of it was Lydia, the one who cared for nothing but bettering other people's lives. Time passes, but he cannot forget Zhenya and deep in his heart knows she still thinks of him, too.
ellauri131.html on line 1123: Save within my lonely breast. Paizi mun koito rinnassa.
ellauri140.html on line 41: John Finn, medical director of palliative care at the Catholic St. John's Hospital, said Kevorkian's methods were unorthodox and inappropriate. He added that many of Kevorkian's patients were isolated, lonely, and potentially depressed, and therefore in no state to mindfully choose whether to live or die. Mindfulnessia peliin. Suikki on oikeesti iloinen asia, sanoi Faunia. Vielä iloisempi on eutanasia.
ellauri156.html on line 683: Fourth, Nathan's story is a “sheep story,” one that a shepherd can easily grasp and with which he can readily identify. David was a shepherd boy in his younger days, as we know from the Book(s) of Samuel (see 1 Samuel 16:11; 17:15, 28). I wonder if in those lonely days and nights David does not make a “petlamb” of one or more of his sheep? You bet. Some comfort for his lonely nights. Did this sheep eat of his food and drink from his cup? Did this sheep give him a blowjob? Possibly so.
ellauri159.html on line 871: We passed that summer lost in love beneath the lemon tree I feel so lonely
ellauri182.html on line 94: The 1989 film centers around Mikage, a young woman who loses her parents when young. She grows up in a lonely household with her grandmother who dies when Mikage reaches adulthood. Grief-stricken, she finds solace in the kitchen. Yuichi, a friend of Mikage's deceased grandmother, invites her to live with him and his mother. Then Mikage discovers that Yuichi's mother is actually her cross-dressing father. On the other hand, Mikage realizes that the wealth of gadgetry in Yuichi's kitchen is lovingly detailed... --- Unfortunately, that's all, this film is water under the bridge, overtaken by a 2019 gory crime film of the same name.
ellauri198.html on line 761: Apart from men, as in a lonely tower.

ellauri219.html on line 187: Mae West initially refused to allow her image to appear on the artwork. She was, after all, one of the most famous bombshells from Hollywood’s Golden Age and felt that she would never be in a lonely hearts club. However, after The Beatles personally wrote to her explaining that they were all fans, she agreed to let them use her image. In 1978, Ringo Starr (No.63) returned the favor when he appeared in West’s final movie, 1978’s Sextette. The film also featured a cover version of the “White Album” song “Honey Pie.” P.S. Mae Westillä oli melko mahtavat maitomunat ja varmaan herkullinen mesipiiras. Vaikka jäävät kyllä 2:si Savonlinnan Paskalle.
ellauri241.html on line 110: And so he rested, on the lonely ground, ja niin hän lepäsi yksinäisellä maalla
ellauri241.html on line 1022: And the frantic "gape" of lonely Niobe,

ellauri241.html on line 1242: My lonely madness.

ellauri241.html on line 1462: Mutter'd: “What lonely death am I to die

ellauri241.html on line 1493: He was a lonely youth on desert shores.

ellauri241.html on line 1494: His sports were lonely, 'mid continuous roars

ellauri246.html on line 519: lonely silmäluomen.
ellauri266.html on line 258: An absolute thrill ride that left me cold, lonely, bored to tears, depressed and devoid of all goals and ambition. If only it was on VHS, at least then I could have strangled myself with the tape. If you find this entertaining then I suggest a tin of plum tomatoes poured on to your living room floor. That way you can waste far more time watching them go rotten!
ellauri267.html on line 1305: Had long been hammering, in his lonely cell,

ellauri270.html on line 298: In The Daemon Lover, James (Jamie) Harris, a handsome author, deserts his dowdy 34-year old fiancée. The plot of this short story may be indebted to “The Demon Lover” by Elizabeth Bowen, whom Jackson ranked with Katherine Anne Porter as one of the best contemporary short story writers. When Jamie Harris disappears, he shatters his bride’s dreams of living in a “golden house in-the-country” (DL 12). Her shock of recognition that she will never trade her lonely city apartment for a loving home mirrors the final scenes of “The Lottery” and “The Pillar of Salt” as well as many other stories in which a besieged woman suffers a final and often fatal blow.
ellauri300.html on line 462: I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck
ellauri322.html on line 256: At this time Mary Wollstonecraft had moved to rooms in Store Street, Bedford Square. She was fascinated by Fuseli the painter, and he was a married man. She felt herself to be too strongly drawn towards him, and she went to Paris at the close of the year 1792, to break the spell. She felt lonely and sad, and was not the happier for being in a mansion lent to her, from which the owner was away, and in which she lived surrounded by his servants. Strong womanly instincts were astir within her, and they were not all wise folk who had been drawn around her by her generous enthusiasm for the new hopes of the world, that made it then, as Wordsworth felt, a very heaven to the young.
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xxx/ellauri086.html on line 823: But the Raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only Yxinäinen vanha varis tuskin mitään muuta maris.
xxx/ellauri124.html on line 182: Several manufacturers experienced a surge in demand during the coronavirus pandemic, as lonely customers seek companionship during lockdown.
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 517: his Commentaries, says, "To the lonely it is company; to the
xxx/ellauri125.html on line 677: Have you ever felt sad or lonely?
xxx/ellauri127.html on line 620: In 1797, Coleridge was living at Nether Stowey, a village in the foothills of the Quantocks. However, due to ill health, he had "retired to a lonely farm house between Porlock and Lynton, on the Exmoor confines of Somerset and Devonshire". It is unclear whether the interruption took place at Culbone Parsonage (Culbone, penisluu, hehe) or at Ash Farm. (Ass farm, puofarmi, hehe.) Jossain sillä välillä takuulla. He described the incident in his first publication of the poem, writing about himself in the third person:
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 399: On a lonely, dusty road
xxx/ellauri157.html on line 428: On a lonely, dusty road
xxx/ellauri165.html on line 358: She was desperately lonely, preoccupied with attempting to turn Merton Place into the grand home Nelson desired, suffering from several ailments and frantic for his return. The child, a girl (reportedly named Emma), died about 6 weeks after her birth in early 1804, and Horatia also fell ill at her home with Mrs Gibson on Titchfield Street. Emma kept the infant's death a secret from the press (her burial is unrecorded), kept her deep grief from Nelson's family and found it increasingly difficult to cope alone. She reportedly distracted herself by gambling, and succumbed to binges of heavy drinking and eating and spending lavishly.
xxx/ellauri170.html on line 417: So, the facts about instincts can, and will, be denied, avoided, ignored or twisted by those unwilling to face the facts and set about changing themselves. It is only those who acknowledge that they feel malicious, murderous, revengeful, resentful, sad, depressed, lonely, despairing, etc. – and want to do something about it – who will be interested in Actual Freedom.
xxx/ellauri186.html on line 399: He thought he was "the golden boy" of the New York literary elite, but his friends later remembered him in their memoirs as a man who, despite his brilliance, never fulfilled his potential; as Howe put it, a "Wunderkind grown into tubby sage ... he died as a lonely sloth." He died on July 14, 1956 of a heart attack in his one-room apartment in Chicago.
xxx/ellauri199.html on line 1102: Mut pätkän loppu oli hyvä, kaxineuvoisen lopen päättämättömän jutkutytön Simonen ei tarttenut valita dharmalepakon ja muslimimutiaisen välillä, vaan kaikki kolme ajoi kolmeen pekkaan kolmipyöräisellä kohti auringonlaskua. I´m a poor lonely cowboy and a long way from home...
xxx/ellauri225.html on line 349: Bloom was born in 1930 to a poor Orthodox Jewish household in the East Bronx, one of five children. He lost faith early in the Jewish God when he accidentally stumbled on the poetry of Hart Crane. He fell in love with Crane’s enthusiasm for life, his belief in the possibility of ecstatic pleasure, and his overall exuberance. This was in stark contrast to Bloom’s childhood, which he confesses was a lonely time.
xxx/ellauri229.html on line 761: Tyutchev´s idea of night, for example, was defined by critics as "the poetic image often covering economically and simply the vast notions of time and space as they affect man in his struggle through life". In the chaotic and fathomless world of "night", "winter", or "north" man feels himself tragically abandoned and lonely. Hence, a modernist sense of frightening anxiety permeates his poetry. Unsurprisingly, it was not until the late 19th and early 20th century that Tyutchev was rediscovered and hailed as a great poet by the Russian Symbolists such as Vladimir Solovyov, Andrey Bely and Alexander Blok.
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 294: If chance, by lonely contemplation led, Jos sattuma, yksinäinen pohdiskelu johti,
xxx/ellauri235.html on line 804: They had not gone far before they saw the Mock Turtle in the distance, sitting sad and lonely on a little ledge of rock, and, as they came nearer, Alice could hear him sighing as if his heart would break. She pitied him deeply. `What is his sorrow?' she asked the Gryphon, and the Gryphon answered, very nearly in the same words as before, `It's all his fancy, that: he hasn't got no sorrow, you know. Come on!'
xxx/ellauri259.html on line 699: The movie is based on the cult novel by Kari Hotakainen, itself a comedic, exaggerated vision of the author's own bohemian life. A newspaper editor hints at Hotakainen (Martti Suosalo) that he should write autobiographical texts about real-world subjects. The lonely and quiet writer is confused since he has little life of which to write about. So he decides to buy a used car and write about the experience. But he has to meet some strange people such as the nihilistic salesman Kartio (Matti Onnismaa) and the jobless layabout Pera (Janne Hyytiäinen), in order to do so. Pera in particular will stop at nothing to get his hands on the same car Hotakainen has been viewing, which sparks up a huge rivalry. These flabby machos drive the disgruntled small guy over the edge.
xxx/ellauri261.html on line 525: Cornelius, Barnaby and their dates arrive and are unaware that Horace is also at the restaurant. Dolly makes her triumphant return to the restaurant and is greeted in style by the staff. She sits in the now-empty seat at Horace´s table and proceeds to tell him that no matter what he says, she will not marry him. Fearful of being caught, Cornelius confesses to the ladies that he and Barnaby have no money, and Irene, who knew they were pretending all along, offers to pay for the meal. She then realizes that she left her handbag with all her money in it at home. The four try to sneak out during the polka contest, but Horace recognizes them and also spots Ermengarde and Ambrose. In the ensuing confrontation, Vandergelder fires Cornelius and Barnaby, and they are forced to flee as a riot breaks out. Cornelius professes his love for Irene. Horace declares that he would not marry Dolly if she were the last woman in the world. Dolly angrily bids him farewell; while he´s bored and lonely, she will be living the high life.
xxx/ellauri394.html on line 254: To compose was as natural to me as to breathe; and this gift of nature, never having been suffered to fall into disuse, remains a source of the greatest consolation to this day.[…] Hours of which it is not yet in place to speak, which I might have found long and lonely, passed quickly and cheerfully by, occupied and soothed by the expression of my thoughts in music.
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