Tag: proportion
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Responsibilities in the morning
Before the tin was left nearly empty, the weather began taking a dramatic turn but the behavior worsened in the sixth grade but somehow lessened in the seventh. Announcements for buses were nowhere near and the chatter was incessant with the exception of the few willing to learn. In almost every class, at least one […]
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with a blindfold
While in a district court and on my way to the second floor to elucidate a foreseeable outcome, my eyes were struck by a statue named Lady Justice whose eyes were covered by a blindfold and whose hand contained a scale. Witnessing the stone’s grey color and precisely carved skin and cloth, I smiled with […]
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so swift with nothingness
This New York experience was intriguing though quite unsettling. I lost my phone the first night of debauchery as well as a generous amount of almonds and blah blah. New York is exhausting. I don’t know why I find it so enticing but I can see why some are fond of Jersey. It is such […]
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whose progress
What can be said about the Guantanamo hunger strike if information is not being shared honestly by those who can deem information appropriate for public consumption? How surreal it must be to live in a community in which top tiers of a hierarchy can be occupied only through hospitalization as a form of identity preservation. […]
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with Ghesquière in mind
As a new month begins, making transitions between cities, embarking on journeys of professional and artistic endeavors, or progression with relationships one has with others, while finding centered moments and learning to thrive with a third guiding force of intuition on not only significant matters but sustaining peace and helping others achieve the same awareness, […]
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with a deep sigh
T: I don’t like it when my apples turn brown. Y: You don’t eat enough apples to dislike when that happens. T: But I still don’t like when they turn brown, is that a justifiable statement to make? Y: I don’t see why not. T: Oh, hell, why am I even asking you? Y: Because […]
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like a fire hydrant
Is life something like a moment bombarded with the intrusive presence of a brightly colored fire hydrant protruding the ground with gloriousness, while one knows of its capacity to assist uncoordinated moments? How many people would it take to complete a project, one with proportion and slow motion, while others get in the way of […]