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I once had a dream; human was a chosen beast, domesticated by God to manage the planet earth.


Toba Beta


#domesticated #god #human #dreams

It' her life, and she' in the middle of it.


Esmeralda Santiago


#dreams

DREAMS ARE HERE TO BECOME REALITY.


Mickey Christiansen


#inspirational #katie #mickey #dreams

It was a short one-paragraph item in the morning edition.


Haruki Murakami


#first-sentence

Hapscomb's Texaco sat on Number 93 just north of Arnette, a pissant four-street burg about 110 miles from Houston.


Stephen King


#first-sentence

Dreams and Happiness are...drugs. And the pain that follows is not less than a sharp knife...or a sharp-nail. It bleeds without blood. You just feel it. With every sense you have got, on every single inch of earth, in every tiny part of the minute you live. It compels you to feed...yourself...


Ankur Kumar Shah


#blood #compels #dream #dreams #drugs

Whatever in creation exists without my knowledge exists without my consent.


Cormac McCarthy


#existence #horror #knowledge #western #knowledge

Amazing sex stays with you. It soaks into your skin. It floats through your dreams and has you silently smoldering with delicious remembrances for hours after. It has you craving it days later. And it has you aching for it if you don’t get it for awhile.


Roberto Hogue


#erotic #erotica-romance #making-love #sensuality #sex

He looked at them and saw their faces did not fit. The skin on the skulls crawled and twitched like half-solid paste. All the heads in his angle of vision seemed irregular lumps, like potatoes but without a potato’s repose: potatoes with crawling surfaces punctured by holes which opened and shut, holes blocked with coloured jelly or fringed with bone stumps, elastic holes through which air was sucked or squirted, holes secreting salt, wax, spittle and snot. He grasped a pencil in his trouser pocket, wishing it were a knife he could thrust through his cheek and use to carve his face down to the clean bone. But that was foolish. Nothing clean lay under the face. He thought of sectioned brains, palettes, eyeballs and ears seen in medical diagrams and butcher’s shops. He thought of elastic muscle, pulsing tubes, gland sacks full of lukewarm fluid, the layers of cellular and fibrous and granular tissues inside a head. What was felt as tastes, caresses, dreams and thoughts could be seen as a cleverly articulated mass of garbage.


Alasdair Gray


#potato #sensitive-artiste #dreams

Reason had no place to crash once Emotion came to town.


Thomm Quackenbush


#reason #sense #dreams






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