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The elephant can no longer move its trunk. He knows he is thirsty but he can’t remember how to drink. He stands at the

watering hole, alone.

Regret

It started with a breath. A shallow one. His entire body filled with sharp air as quickly as it exited his lungs. He looked up at me. His small body shivering.

isolation vs. solitude

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they get carbonation into beer cans

"My playhouse is underneath Our house, & I hear people Telling each other secrets." - Komunyakaa

The bookshelves and toy chests were covered in vines that tangled and twisted like a little girls hair on the head of a little girl who lived with a father who couldnt brush through her hair no matter how hard he tugged. Instead he pulled her thick vines into perfect braids that swung behind her ears.

“Thoughts are the shadows of our feelings - always darker, emptier, simpler.” - Nietzche

I wondered if the other children would ever find me.

I believe that almost all our sadnesses are moments of tension that we find

paralyzing because we no longer hear our surprised feelings living.

-Rilke

They began to paw at the crust. Their skin baked from the heat and flaked off in large chunks. Their wings wet with the af-terbirth of their dead mother.

Anticipation: “In drawing, the trace always proceeds in

the night: it always escapes the field of vision.”

we sat above the lime green field.

Fleas interest me so muchthat I let them bite me for hours.They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit,machines that admit of no appeal.They do not bite to eat,they bite only to jump;they are the dancers of the celestial sphere,delicate acrobatsin the softest and most profound circus;let them gallop on my skin,divulge their emotions,amuse themselves with my blood,but someone should introduce them to me.I want to know them closely,I want to know what to rely on.

-Neruda

She’s aggressive with her opinions.

Sublime: The beautiful, according to Edmund Burke, is

what is well formed andaesthetically pleasing, whereas the sublime is

what has the power tocompel and destroy us

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Amplified

Ideas like cigarettes once burned brightly until they were inhaled too deeply and you coughed but then stole another drag anyway until you smoked all the way past the filter and then threw the exposed cigarette onto the ground and stomped out the butt. Nothing but a crushed cigarette with a shoe print and a few scattered ashes.