I have always loved ice cream. My favorite flavour is vanilla.
Today though, my preference would be a strawberry milkshake so thick that sucking the straw would show neck tendons. Also, this strawberry milkshake would be too big for just one person. I’d have to share it with a friend. Someplace cozy, someplace else.
This is something I can do.
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I awoke morning after morning with a horrible dread at the pit of my stomach, and with a sense of the insecurity of life that I never knew before.
- William James, 1902
I have fear in search of cause too, but rarely in the morning.
I am going nowhere Ad nauseam.
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In Window Water Baby Moving, Stan Brakhage documents the birth of his first child. Unfortunately, this is only the second half. My first viewing made me cry in a classroom. It remains my favorite work by him.
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Falling like a star; more than me.
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My heart is broken.
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