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There is no
melody, only notes, a myriad of tiny jolts. They know no rest,
an inflexible order gives birth to them and destroys them
without even giving them time to recuperate and exist for
themselves. They race, they press forward, they strike me a
sharp blow in passing and are obliterated.
I would like to hold
them back, but I know if I succeeded in stopping one it would
remain between my fingers only as a raffish languishing sound. I
must accept their death; I must even will it: I know few
impressions. stronger or more harsh. 'Nausea' J.P. Sartre
Well we're now on
a Virtual Private Server that should give the site and forum
more stability. That said in true IT/Techie form they managed to
lose posts, forget to transfer files and a number of other fuck
ups! (lol) We've still got problems with the search but
hopefully that will be resolved soon.
Thanks to everyone
who donated. Here's a nice chunky update of Punkus maximus to
keep the old youth buds tickled!!
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