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                        I know it’s all imaginary, my own Rorschach. Instead of ink blots, blue sodalite ... At the Mayo Clinic I Stare at a Wall of Blue Sodalite Marble                          It’s also ... blue veined with white so it looks like craggy mountains dotted with a few scrawny pines ...
Page 290 from Issue 25 proceed in phases, bursts, ricochets; or else it spreads, like ink in ... perceive," in the free-flowing proliferations of his own psyche, "the outline of a recollection. It ... vessel of the god's enigma. Of it, Tzinacan can only say, "No one knows where it was ...
develop their own writing system using a Chinese-like format but making it Vietnamese. That system lasted ... until the 1920S, when the French forbade its use by decree because, as you know from Ho Xuan ... hand-inked. So almost 80 percent of Nom literature, a vast amount of writing, has never been translated into ...
forcing them to circle where they were, but that wasn't it, she thought, any more than any ... d'ensemble, as above in Robbe-Grillet, Instead, the inhuman detachment is stressed by the repetition of ... unforeseeable, heedless [s'en fichant pas mal], the denial of any autonomy in the movement, cutting it ...
. I could walk to the lighted hallway to my own bed, which, these nights, is full of the others who turn ... door, the whole world opening in her mouth, red and wet and perfect as it came down on mine and blue ... Page 80 from Issue 88 Recidivist The fat white candles, I think they must be religious candles, ...
"us" in it, and that ink's no cartoon joke. 99 Issue 129 page ... with beards to be wise. Look behind us. History's bicep bulges blue, flexing its fresh tattoo. ... Page 99 from Issue 129 to forestall the terrible angel on wing. Americans no longer consider men ...
he scalds, he soaks. Bleed­ ing ink-black to indigo-blue, emitting clouds of dye like intertwined, ... I often feel in my mother's house, drunk before I've ever touched a drop. It ... But it's also a precondition. If I meet it with a first martini, I know I won't be ...
owns an old blue Chevy." He smiled as though remembering his, but she didn't know if ... it's-" He turned red. "I didn't know if you'd want me to be touching ... looking at the engine, but instead of putting it on, she draped it over her shoulders, like a cape, so her ...
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could change me. I saw air gather around her as she dove from the table toward my hem. I felt my own ... breath back up in my throat. I could hear myself shout Mother! Mommy! but it was silent. No one came, no ... and jacket, her green front teeth. And then it began, first calmly, quietly, when I called the number ...

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