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Watch as the graceful gazelle grazes upon her grassy salad... completely unaware of technology and cell phones.

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But it's a Big BOWL!

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If only vampires weren't so bloody sparkly! I might've even liked them if it weren't for Twilight... curse you Edward!

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One is tempted to point out that a thought is surely free of being clothed by any language. Thought needs no mediation to exist, purely then to travel; at that point, mediation.

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But then an attachment, a hanging oner. Like a remora but around a thought. Wearing the language that defines our worldview. Clearly not inclusive but blindingly so. Our word being

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I could die of looking for my inspiration, that cold hearted bitch of a human hybrid species. That gets my nanotes humming. The powercells are at peak; just waiting to lift off aft

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I remembered when I made the universe up with only a stick with a string and a ball on one end. I got them inside the universe I was going to make with them. I called them Athena.

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She extruded herself into whatever headspace you were sporting at the time. She was flexible like that. She didn't depend on any definition of who she was, would or should be. She

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My imagination is a barren waste. There is no sound of water. There is no rock to use as a pillow. We're working together to molest your reason; to applaud your treason. It will be

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Her hands told much about abrasion and about tough times and the tough goats that flourished in the want. That is what brings everybody to Chinatown. The Want. Everybody wants it d