springing

ow

I hung out with them once.

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about her neuroses, she had gained experience in creating cries,Often worrying, a pundit in obliteration of dishes, as she orchestrated the episodes massive hysteria inside her household; the kitchen appliances how to dance, teaching thriving magic within in her own explosive flashes of violence .

-2 ponds of candy today.

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Everything was expanding in blackness. Inflating and widening, yet at the same time shrinking and straining, evading something, and some kind of winnowing, general and particular, a coagulating tension and a tensing coagulation, a dangling by a fine thread, as well as transformation into something, transmutation, and furthermore- a falling into some cumulative, towering system, and as if on a narrow little plank raised six stories up, together with the excitement of all organs. And tickling.

-Gombrowicz

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space odyssey

pffff

despite all my rage

my head is too noisy

Attempting to cry wolf.
If you are indeed good at these things, you fail to see the big picture. I can no longer construct and so I am confronted with my past, and my former ways of approaching tasks. My standards might have heightened, but ultimately I don't think I've ever even used the correct approach.

women's day

"The portrayal of women as muses was a familiar surrealist theme. Believing that women had a
closer connection to the desired irrationality of dreams than men, they pictured them as alluring sorceresses,
child-women, and quasi-magical beings.....This way of presenting women was intended to elevate rather than
diminish the female sex, but ran the risk of seeming to cast women as a passive foil to male creativity,
without a voice of their own. "

winter broooses

Andrew Wyeth

Yayoi Kusama

"One day I was looking at the red flower patterns of the tablecloth on a table, and when I looked up I saw the same pattern covering the ceiling, the windows and the walls, and finally all over the room, my body and the universe. I felt as if I had begun to self-obliterate, to revolve in the infinity of endless time and the absoluteness of space, and be reduced to nothingness. As I realized it was actually happening and not just in my imagination, I was frightened. I knew I had to run away lest I should be deprived of my life by the spell of the red flowers. I ran desperately up the stairs. The steps below me began to fall apart and I fell down the stairs straining my ankle."