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Sarah Beatrice Weber
THOUGHT
The First Ammendment: Freedom of Speech? No, the opression would Rather Swallow You WHole. Temptation? Not For You. You Are No Rebel.
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YOU CAN'T HAVE YOUR CAKE D N A IT T EA O TO
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“ are the shadows of our feelings always darker, emptier, simpler.” - Nietzche
The sky was embarrased with Stars that night, but when she saw him in the corner of her eye, they all began to dissapear.
I believe that almost all our sad- ness are moments of tension that we FInd paralyzing, because we no longer hear our suprised feelings living.
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Anticipation: “In drawing, the trace always proceeds in the night: it always escapes the field of vision.�
A Badass does not Plan or Anticipate A BadAss Just IS
Fleas interest me so much that I let them bite me for hours. They are perfect, ancient, Sanskrit, machines that admit of no appeal. They do not bite to eat, they bite only to jump; they are the dancers of the celestial sphere, delicate acrobats in the softest and most profound circus; let them gallop on my skin, divulge their emotions, amuse themselves with my blood, but someone should introduce them to me. I want to know them closely, I want to know what to rely on.
He didn’t like jazz. to him it was an aquired taste one he had not yet developed. She had though, in more ways than one. She was taller less scatterbrained and more confident than he. But that did not stop him from idolizing, romanticizing, or even wooing her. She liked Jazz. She knew it was an aquired taste, one she had developed. But he had not, amongst other things. He was smaller more scatterbrained, and less confident than she. But that did not stop her from idolizing, romanticizing, or even wooing him.
Sublime, The beautiful according to Edmund Burke is what is well formed and aesthetically pleasing. where as the sublime is what has the power to compel and destroy us.
dedicated to the one and only Zack Strom
I was once compelled to take a road trip and ended up in a small rural town, somewhere in North Dakota. There I was approached by an old man holding a Twelve Gauge. The old man looked at me. With a stoic look in his eye, he pointed the gun directly at me and said, “Marry Your Cousin Boy.�
AMPLIFIED
Tuesday I casually ate breakfast
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