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

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short on gravity

one must freely admit that she did not see the practical side of the matter. it did not seem to her that the mere despatch of a shot to the moon could possibly establish any relation of affairs with her; and it did not seem prudent to her to embark her capital in so hazardous an enterprise. after all, perhaps she was right.

he had at any rate ceased to be all day long in her eyes, and this left something a little fresh for them to rest on of a sunday. during the three months of his happy survival at cocker's after her consent to their engagement she had often asked herself what it was marriage would be able to add to a familiarity that seemed already to have scraped the platter so clean.

agathe took a pair of scissors. when she had cut down the boots, which in those days were worn outside the clinging trousers, ten pieces of gold rolled on the floor.

"there it is,--her money," murmured philippe. "cursed fool that i was, i forgot it. i too have missed a fortune."

weak from loss of blood, carthoris made his way slowly toward aaanthor, reaching its outskirts at dark.

he wanted water more than any other thing, and so he kept on up a broad avenue toward the great central plaza, where he knew the precious fluid was to be found in a half-ruined building opposite the great palace of the ancient jeddak, who once had ruled this mighty city.

he was seized with a horrible delirium of fever, and began to rave.

when we see a line, we see something that is long and BRIGHT; BRIGHTNESS, as well as length, is necessary to the existence of a line; if the brightness vanishes, the line is extinguished.

so you see the thing is hermetically sealed. nobody can get a share except from me, and at my price. but these fellows that have sold them--they've got to have them, don't you see.

the card at the bottom represents what you cannot confront or are hiding from yourself. six of cups (pleasure): memories. past influences. things that have vanished. childhood past. nostalgia. faded images.

moonday clix

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