like running full speed into the night.Faceplant in the harsh yellow sand of a blank legal pad with a pen in my hand and a scrape on my arm bleeds a blue stream of words which my pen quickly catches and forms into chords of my mind's crazy music a haphazard dance spinning into deep nonsense with hardly a chance of my sanity seeping through.
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Cut the heat—
H. D., from “Garden”
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Baby Elephant.
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We must endure our thoughts all night, until
Wallace Stevens, from “Man Carrying Thing” (via the-final-sentence)
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[“In a minute, in a second,” he thought. The ascent stopped.] And stone among the stones, he returned in the joy of his heart to the truth of the motionless worlds.
Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via the-final-sentence)
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