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) |
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| 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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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)
Jay wrote on Feb 16th 2001, 21:57:40 about
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Josef wrote on May 5th 2000, 01:01:50 about
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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«?
Cam wrote on Apr 17th 2000, 14:14:58 about
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It is funny but over my life of 63 years (so far!) I have always been the same me. I recognise some changes in my decision making abiliites, and my hopes and desires, but I am still the same me I remember about 58 years ago. (I don't remember much before then.) Maybe others who have actually grown up into adults have changed more. I have had a problem with growing up--to bad I have no problem with growing old.
I wonder if anbyone else feels the same?
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.
boards_of_canada wrote on Apr 22nd 2008, 23:01:56 about
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There's a lot of different mes: There's a mad me, when I get angry, and there's a scared me too ...
(rest obscured by noises from TV-sets standing around in kitchens, public lounges and so on.)
mowk wrote on Oct 3rd 2001, 00:20:01 about
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Rating: 7 point(s) | Read and rate text individuallyMe I Myself am the only me I know. You are always you but only I am me
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.
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