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Thought

Time out for a second. That wasn’t supposed to happen

Just put it in the corner and we’ll deal with it later. Later.

Regret

Pull me out! Pull me out! Pull me out!

No! No! You’re LYING! You’re LYING!

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My playhouse is underneath Our house, and I hear people Telling each other secrets

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Anticipation: “In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: It always escapes the field of vision.

Went down to the lake Stumbled upon a secret Will not sleep again

Sublime.

The beautiful according to Edmund Burke, is what is well-formed and aesthetically pleasing, whereas the sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.

Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours.

They are perfect, ancient, sanskrit, machines that admit no appeal.

They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, but someone should introduce them to me.

I want to know them closely, I want to know what they rely on.

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Rise and shine, Mr. Freeman.

Rise and shine.

Not that I wish to imply you have been sleeping on the job.

No one is more deserving of a rest.

And all the effort in the world would have gone to waste until...

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Well, let us just say your hour has come again.

The right man in the

wrong place can make all the difference in the world.

So, wake up, Mr. Freeman. Wake up and smell the ashes.