cleaning up so well (jones_casey) wrote,
cleaning up so well
jones_casey

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moments of confusion where you feel like you can't do what you want

there are moments where your soul leaves your body for a minute...

so, then, where do we go from here?

who cares if no one else belives?


we have also come to this hallowed spot to remind america of the fierce urgency of now.

a single glance showed him that the sentinel's post was still vacant and a moment later he and his burden were in the shadows of the hay dump. major schneider had made no outcry for the very excellent reason that his wind was shut off. now tarzan released his grasp enough to permit the man to breathe.
"if you make a sound you will be choked again," he said.
cautiously and after infinite patience tarzan passed the final outpost.

i told him about corvick's cleverness, his admiration, the intensity of his interest in my anecdote; and without making too much of the divergence of our respective estimates mentioned that my friend was already of opinion that he saw much further into a certain affair than most people.

'there's a hell of a run of sea here, and his boat's brittle.'

now, if they would make the effort in good temper, could they not with nearly equal unanimity frame and pass a law by means of which to keep good that unanimous oath?

i want to live as an absolute monarch, and to do just as i please; to lead such a life as no one here in these squalid dens of lath and plaster ever imagines. i am a great poet; i do not write my poems, i feel them, and act them.
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