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People tend to think I'm always aggressive and strong. The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing, which leads me into terrible, self paralysing depressions. When I go down to this place, I feel so empty and overwhelmed I can barely move. But perversely, I find these traits in a man unacceptable I can't stand someone who can out-depress me. You know that scene in Babe where the farmer clog-dances for the pig? Sometimes I'm the sick pig and I need a farmer to cheer me up. And when things get bad, my boyfriend does dance for me, and it never fails to make me laugh. He's a pretty snappy dancer. Shirley Ann Manson		Saturday Feb 21, 2026
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About Pierre Charles Baudelaire

	Pierre Charles Baudelaire
	(1821-1867) Autumn Song - French poet & critic, leader of decadents, died half insane from drugs.

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It is the greatest art of the devil to convince us he does not exist.

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I consider it useless and tedious to represent what exists, because nothing that exists satisfies me. Nature is ugly, and I prefer the monsters of my fancy to what is positively trivial.

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Here comes the time when, vibrating on its stem, every flower fumes like a censer; noises and perfumes circle in the evening air.

All forms of beauty, like all possible phenomena, contain an element of the eternal and an element of the transitory of the absolute and of the particular. Absolute and eternal beauty does not exist, or rather it is only an abstraction creamed from the general surface of different beauties. The particular element in each manifestation comes from the emotions: and just as we have our own particular emotions, so we have our own beauty.

Soon we will plunge ourselves into cold shadows, And all of summer's stunning afternoons will be gone. I already hear the dead thuds of logs below Falling on the cobblestones and the lawn.

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