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"I've been figuring, Jayden, had a lot of time for figuring ever since you got a noose around my neck, and I believe I've figured something out. We're greater than you. You can't exist without us, but we thrive without you.
"A hero is only as great as the evil he destroys. But a villain? He can be as great as he wants to be."
--a little voice in my head that secretly wants to be a psychopath (???)
"A hero is only as great as the evil he destroys. But a villain? He can be as great as he wants to be."
--a little voice in my head that secretly wants to be a psychopath (???)
freewrite # who even knows
I feel like a fish in the fishbowl of my mind. There is no escape, poor thing. Do you think it’s a myth that the fish can’t remember the look of its own reflection as it circles back, again and again, to startle in surprise when it sees itself in the enormous mirror? Or does it forget on purpose, endlessly hopeful that it will somehow be able to outswim itself, or rather, outswim the knowledge of itself? Such a horrid concept, says the fish, to be exposed to oneself. Never mind that the pollutants in the water it swims in are entirely from itself. The nasty stuff of life which the wild animals bury in the soil and which the rest o
Free write #3
Written in 7 minutes, using a quote pulled from some random textbook every 2 minutes or so:
Consequently, the succession of precedents preoccupied with my right arm caused Suzy to direct her lazy eye at the sky and pronounce an end of the bloodline--death to the kings, death to the book of laws, death to my memory, death to your principles, death to the very concept of death as we know it, death to the round shape of the world--for instance on Christmas Day the governor declared a national emergency and politely requested the trees to be burnt in our chimneys. Plastic and pine, into the toasty glow they go! Fish the coals out afterward and h
Free write #2
15 min free write based on the poem Love Calls Us to the Things of This World. Or: how different writers target similar feelings from entirely different angles.
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In the harshness of winter, certain things become clear.
My breath fogs the glass. I can still see the faint trace of a child's finger drawing a lumpy teddy bear. We huddle close together - me and this stranger - and I look out the window at the lights, touching his knees without tenderness. It's morning already. Snuck up without my noticing. Snakes hobble back into their burrows on their twisted feet, blind eyes wandering. Eagleflies clean dried shit from their feathers. The l
Free write #1
15 min free write while listening to Bobby Sanabria: [link]
Sugar cubes,
Ice cubes,
I love yous soused in alcohol, sweet as summer sweat dipped in lime. Pluck me a rose that smells like bitter wine, and I'll tell you how you make me feel. Soprano on the rocks--seashells in the orchestra pit. We are messy tonight--I want to be messy with you tonight. I want to unravel all your answers and unthread all your sense. Baby, I want to taste peaches when you feed me salt, taste honey when we drink from the sea. Don't kid yourself wearing lipstick and sticking pearls in your hair. Come morning nobody will care. So dance like the floor's on fire, da
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say what? I get the feeling of a double personality