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“Make things beautiful,” she said. “Yes,” they all agreed. “Yes, make beautiful things, not ugly things. Stop making ugly things, stop making things ugly.” they clucked their tongues shaking their heads side- to-side their eyes staring not moving and disapproving overcharged black cat clocks over my tiny shoulders another attempted monster someone scary on my paper meant to be scary a werewolf or a vampire a cut-up human monster pencil lines infused with the pressure of wanting to make real to be taken seriously little hands shaking
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
Making It Real
“Make things beautiful,” she said. “Yes,” they all agreed. “Yes, make beautiful things, not ugly things. Stop making ugly things, stop making things ugly.” they clucked their tongues shaking their heads side- to-side their eyes staring not moving and disapproving overcharged black cat clocks over my tiny shoulders another attempted monster someone scary on my paper meant to be scary a werewolf or a vampire a cut-up human monster pencil lines infused with the pressure of wanting to make real to be taken seriously little hands shaking
sb-stokes
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Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
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