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Language has to be beautiful in a way the world cannot be. (Hopler)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
The world is clanking: noun, noun, noun. (Willis)
You think / I am speaking in riddles. But I am not, for // The world means only itself. (Warren)
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a snail named patient: a story-blog for Abby
5 comments:
I can tell you what's right about it--even if you were 251 years old, you'd still be a rat.
Flattery, sir, will get you nowhere.
Is one thing that there's a lollypop hidden in the tree trunk?
Hey, are you avoiding me because you don't want to lend me your Wolcott?
I kept calling and leaving messages and now I can't even leave you that. I am /this/ close to sleeping in the bushes under your window.
Accounting?
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