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misha-lantz
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The glass is smooth but smudged, the automatic click of yes or no inside my mind, the tick goes off, nothing I think, but fingers glide across the screen regardless of what anybody really means or wants. There is no whole to be a part of, nor are we one whole on our own, no spectrum showing measures of ourselves exists that accurately lists our follies and the ways they came to be, the things we did and sought, how we succeeded, failed and fought through times of pressure soldered to our heels. The yes or no, swipe left or right, is surface to the person in your palm you hold. It's valuable insight we seek to know, not murky glass between two pools of depths unknown.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:18 PM UTC
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The glass is smooth but smudged, the automatic click of yes or no inside my mind, the tick goes off, nothing I think, but fingers glide across the screen regardless of what anybody really means or wants. There is no whole to be a part of, nor are we one whole on our own, no spectrum showing measures of ourselves exists that accurately lists our follies and the ways they came to be, the things we did and sought, how we succeeded, failed and fought through times of pressure soldered to our heels. The yes or no, swipe left or right, is surface to the person in your palm you hold. It's valuable insight we seek to know, not murky glass between two pools of depths unknown.
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I. I turned the kettle on by pressing a little button on its metallic side slightly downward. The light went on, a cold blue hue, warming the water, while I sat while I looked out the window. It wasn't raining but I wished it was. An idle hand took the kettle and poured boiling water over my head. It spilled on carpeted floors. They were ****** but hot water doesn't ruin carpet. **** It rained. II. I turned the kettle on by pressing the contoured button slightly downward. I stared into the see-through opening to watch it boil. It didn't because the power was out. I should have known because the refrigerator smelled of dead fish. III. I turned the kettle on by pressing the little button slightly downward. The light went on so I knew it was working and sat down to look out the window. It was raining. I wished to smell it so I opened the window. It smelled of rain. I was not surprised. The bubbling sound was made by boiling water. I was not surprised. The ceylon tea smelled of earth. It was refreshing. Vapor danced over the surface of the hot water, over the wet herbs infused in it. I danced holding the cup. The vapor danced with me. I put the hot tea to my lips. It warmed me while I cooled it. It spilled on the carpet But I did not care, for I had more water and it was ****** carpet anyway.
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Jun 13, 2016
Jun 13, 2016 at 11:14 PM UTC
I tried to make a cup of tea but it made me (I, II, III)
I. I turned the kettle on by pressing a little button on its metallic side slightly downward. The light went on, a cold blue hue, warming the water, while I sat while I looked out the window. It wasn't raining but I wished it was. An idle hand took the kettle and poured boiling water over my head. It spilled on carpeted floors. They were ****** but hot water doesn't ruin carpet. **** It rained. II. I turned the kettle on by pressing the contoured button slightly downward. I stared into the see-through opening to watch it boil. It didn't because the power was out. I should have known because the refrigerator smelled of dead fish. III. I turned the kettle on by pressing the little button slightly downward. The light went on so I knew it was working and sat down to look out the window. It was raining. I wished to smell it so I opened the window. It smelled of rain. I was not surprised. The bubbling sound was made by boiling water. I was not surprised. The ceylon tea smelled of earth. It was refreshing. Vapor danced over the surface of the hot water, over the wet herbs infused in it. I danced holding the cup. The vapor danced with me. I put the hot tea to my lips. It warmed me while I cooled it. It spilled on the carpet But I did not care, for I had more water and it was ****** carpet anyway.
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