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Category: Dreams
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just stop and think for a moment about that moment when all the forces of the universe converged inside one bleary eyed thought while watching some old b&w costume drama after a week of very very little sleep and the kids stopped with the crying but the milk went bad and there was not a…
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it's round it's squareit hits you on the noggin from out of thin airnaw, it was already therecoiled up in your bellystretched out on the grasswide-eyedor wearyhot coals glow and winter's grip goes slacksummer keeps coming backthe thought can't find its word butthe world still turns Inspiration
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This just in: This just is. Time, breath, pain, bliss. We're all in it. Minute-to-minute. Possessions are a blight. We chase after filler and fluff and can't keep up. Little of what I have can be called my own, so just let go. Three cheers–one wish–follow at your own risk.
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The third act fell flat.Damn that lazy dream sequence!Sequins hide loose ends.
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Brandi never wanted to travel that meandering middleroad, where life shrinks and grows and folds in on itself to reveal the early-warning signs of wrinkles and wisdom. Only fresh starts and big payoffs would do. Brandi hated the thought that her life could be reduced to a monotonous crawl of sameness from day to day…
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Extra words turned into special sections that told Lenore what she was reading was true. What's more, the e-reader she held in her hands was her lifeline (her tightrope) between fussy babies and dirty nappies, and the version of herself she left behind in English 102. But back to those extra words that played hide-and-seek…
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Watch your step in these. They belong to someone else (a girl who dared to dream.) She got noticed in all the right quarters in all the wrong ways. That lark of hers turned into luck, the kind that numbs and nullifies and turns joy into shame overnight. This pair is too tight. You can…
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beauty is awakeeyes shutwounds reopendarkness all aroundsharp and sweet beauty thinksdeath is heresmoke and fearshe breathes deepmetallic mist "He smiles and reaches for my hand. All the fight has gone out of me. Sleep becomes a possibility."
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It seems as though the puller of strings and the maestro of messing with heads is at it again. Never one to show his work, the Old Unknowable has led me back to the path from which I ran not so very long ago. I thought I got a jump on the Big Blankness, but…
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Small town eyes have cleared over the years and teenage obsessions have turned into 9-to-5 nightmares. Incidentally, did you know dreams are a lazy way of saying, I have a story to tell? What we already know is the quickest route to boredom. What does one's innermost desire signify? Well, for Belle it's the need…
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