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Interiority: both/and

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. Coffee is (both) bitter. Of what's best left unsaid. More it tastes like chlorophyll. And) chewing dollar bills (both). Both) faces of the same coin. Both) sides of the same clam shell. Than the grinds chewed over. And) a pearl in the mind. These two posts (either/or and both/and) are still a bit rough. I liked the concept and thought I'd try it out. Who is playing with the words? That is the question! Who is behind the words? But they can ruin too.

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Interiority: set fire to me

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. Set fire to me. They know I shouldn't be here. They know I'm an impostor; that pyro setting fires across the night, recklessly burning the path behind. I fear they see I'm a klepto, the spoils trailing back with the flames. Where did this path begin? To what end do I travel? Do the trees have eyes and who is this other beside me, this shade of what was? Do I dream or is this a mad-self awakening? The whoosh and crackle of surrounded. And know it is.

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Interiority: i'm looking for my mother to kill her

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. I'm looking for my mother to kill her. I'm looking for my mother to kill her". My, my." said sherlock holmes, "that sounds a bit extreme.". Lestrade looked on quietly. On one hand he approved of holmes method. On the other he was shocked. Killing was serious business. In his opinion words meant something. Newer views were taking hold. Gentlemen in positions of influence. On the irrelevance of language. Refuting centuries of received wisdom. Welcome to ...

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Interiority: "the topographical and anatomical information in particular is lost on me."

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. The topographical and anatomical information in particular is lost on me.". The topographical and anatomical information in particular is lost on me.". However," holmes continued. Everything will be revealed. Tonight will tell the tale. Our friend mr wells will join us. Perhaps nayland smith as well. Of course watson your input will be welcome as well". Good heavens holmes i should hope so. Remember the muddle we had before. Count on it, watson - ".

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Interiority: either/or

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. Either) time passes (or). It stands still (either). A plague will come. Either) I will listen. The patience of water. Either) sharpness comes without effort. Or) the strongest blade is made without steel. Or) I'd throw it all away for a chance at the title. Or) I was diseased. Or) it tasted like salt water. Or) I stopped struggling. Either) I am blind (or) I can see. Or) is that only the dripping I hear. On the outside of my skull. Or) there won't be.

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Interiority: Let us go on as if I were the only one in the world (whereas I'm the only one absent from it).

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. Let us go on as if I were the only one in the world (whereas I'm the only one absent from it). I should have liked to go silent first. There were moments I thought that would be my reward for having spoken so long and so valiantly: to enter living into silence. So as to be able to enjoy it? No, I don't know why. So as to feel myself silent? One with all this quiet air shattered unceasingly by my voice alone? You can send email submissions to. Its not t...

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Interiority: Laughter

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. How many things from before and after. All melt into gossip and laughter? Lovely rhythm and compelling. Will reflect some more now. Answer; not enough. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Welcome to the sandbox. This site is part of a collaborative adaptation of Samuel Beckett's The Unnamable. You can send email submissions to. Jwpnfld at gmail dot com. At the moment of their growing, at the moment of t.

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Interiority: talking without ceasing, thirstier than ever

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. Talking without ceasing, thirstier than ever. Talking without ceasing, thirstier than ever. Ahab sat in the lifeboat. Low on the horizon the sun disappeared. Kissing the water with flame. I told you so said billy. Nothing good could come of this. Good is not my word, ahab replied. They laughed at ahab billy and the others. Harry smith the cook. Opened his mouth to catch the rain. Unfortunately there was none. There was no wind either. In a single fleck.

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Interiority: at the moment of their growing, at the moment of their giving shade, at the moment of their falling

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Creativity exists within constraints or it perishes. At the moment of their growing, at the moment of their giving shade, at the moment of their falling. Once upon a lively hour. There grew a sprightly flower. But before I can rightly say sprightly. The flower struggled daily and nightly. Trapped under the ground in a seed. It wanted only to be freed. So it pushed and sought for the top. To live with the other crop. But to no avail the flower did remain. To struggle until the next rain. 160;  . Thanks Ha...