All boundaries are conventions.
Do soldiers feel this, when they get back from a war? The utter weirdness of utter normality.
Bury the hatchet. Hatchets don’t work on ghosts. They cannot hear you. You only end up hatcheting yourself.
Adverbs are cholesterol in the veins of prose. Halve your adverbs and your prose pumps twice as well.” Pens scratch. “Oh, and beware of the verb ‘seem’; it’s a textual mumble. And grade every simile and metaphor from one star to five, and remove any threes or below. It hurts when you operate, but afterwards you feel much better.
I feel clobbered by the impossibility of translating into words as much of this enormous world we live in with its subtly complex and sprawling Periodic Table of emotions. To quote Freddie Mercury, I want it all.
Thunder splits the rift where the Sun floods in.
A bird hopped onto the foaming lilac outside. Its throat quivered; notes rose and fell out. As long as it kept singing and I kept staring, I told myself, I wouldn’t start crying.
Nothing more costly than item that has no price.
That’s the weird part: I know I don’t know you. So how come I feel like I do?
Fear hardens caution, but boredom erodes it.
To my hens, I’m a two-legged giant who throws them corn and keeps stealing their eggs.
We are only what we know.
To list and name people... is to subjugate them.
True, I only properly started talking with Todd half an hour ago, but every instance of undying love was only half an hour young, once upon a time.
When a woman is interested in you, she’ll let you know; if not, there’s no aftershave, gift, or line you can spin to make her change her mind.
So who’s expired in an ending flat and inane quite beyond belief now?
I quote Seneca’s warning to Nero: No matter how many of us you kill, you will never kill your successor.
Photographs make me forget if time is forwards or backwards. No, photographs make me wonder if there is a forwards or backwards.
No one’s ever very sure if doves and pigeons are the same bird or not.
The only explanation is that my senses, memory, and mind are conspiring against my well-being, and nothing’s scarier than that.