life
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My dog is going to report me to the ASPCA. The heat of the day wears off into a warm, easy hush. I have an alarm set for it, 7:30 PM, an hour before sunset so I can walk my shag carpet of a dog without worries of him baking beneath his lush fur coat.…
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Experimentation into the function of dreaming coalesce into one major theory: dreams are the subconscious mind’s own personal method of problem solving. Most dreams are nonsense, unremembered consequences of a sound command to “sleep on it” and awaken with fresh eyes and no knowledge of how you got there. But, if you’re like me, you…
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It’s 2012, and I’m in a paint-splattered garden level classroom that feels like the caves of Lascaux. Our old art teacher just retired, and gone were the days of freeform projects and self-directed art. Our new art teacher insisted, instead, on actually teaching about art, our projects interspersed with lectures on art concepts and styles…
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I am eclectic by nature. My habit of picking things up off the ground, of taking any plant clipping offered to me, leads to a house full of curios. However, not all of those collected objects stay very long. Twice a year, I get an itch that says its too much. This urge to delete…
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|∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| ∩＿＿＿∩ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| | ノ ヽ /⌒ ) |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| /⌒) ● ● | .| |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| / / ( ● )ミ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|.（ ヽ |∪| ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴| ＼ ヽノ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|_ / / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴∵∴∴ / |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴∵∴∴ ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴ ∵∴∴ ／ |∵∴∵∴∵∴∴|￣￣￣ I’ve been on the internet for a long time, a member of that weird in-between generation that grew up just as the old internet started to die, when forums and niche internet communities were replaced by the inexorable creeping illness…
from the pen of icarus blake 