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Their points sharpened like giant pencils, completely
Hits are for squares.
Stefan: "Indian with a dot, not a feather.
a handful of crumpled stars
FIREFLAKES: The stars; as transitory as snowflakes only their transitoriness is protracted.
Rainbow sprinkles. They are what make the word go 'round. Literally."
"I'm well aware. A world without rainbow sprinkles is a world without happiness.
strange, spiky pieces of
This chapter is dedicated to those other delights of punctuation--exquisite little squiggles, those most delightful dots and dashes, and other tragically under-appreciated tiny tidbits!
Nah. I'm just yankin' your chain.
I guess I'm in a trivial pursuit question. It's really weird.
Custom doth make dotards of us all.
If you're going climbing with young people, you get very, very used to seeing your climbing partner as a tiny little dot.
I was woken by a shell-burst in the trench of sleep. Heart skipping, with eyes fighting light, my thoughts sprang up like a field of starlings startled by a farmer's gunshot, a thousand separate, autonomous specks that swirled into a single united black shape.
A scrap of seventeenth-century sunlight compressed into dots and pixels,
I know you know, and you know that I know that you know. It spirals on from there, so let's just assume the dot dot dot.
What goes click ninety-nine times and clack once? A centipede with a clubfoot.
You seem incredibly faraway to me, like someone on the other side of a lake. A dot so small that it isn't male or female or young or old; it is just smiling.
The first microdot to be spotted by the FBI was in 1941, following a tip-off that the Americans should look for a tiny gleam from the surface of a letter, indicative of smooth film.
Suppose I put polka dots all over my body and then cover my background completely with polka dots. The polka dots on my body, merging with those in the background, create an optically strange scene.
Little jointed stringy things the shape of tadpoles drifted across his vision. He had to keep blinking his eyes to get rid of them, but soon they drifted back.
But what is the black spot, captain?
It is a clusterfuck of stars.
If a girl is traveling in the steppe and she sees nothing but a single moving dot in the great distance, the dot sees her. Stag, man, wolf.
What are the stars but points in the body of God where we insert the healing needles of our terror and longing?
Gravity's Rainbow, V699
From the early days of the telegraph, to be a telegrapher was a job, and there weren't many of those folks. They could recognize each other's style by their dots and dashes.
I spy, with my little eye, something that starts with ... G."
"Sausages.
Clean your Finger, before you point at my Spots.
Above our heads, the stars flare and glitter and flash: thousands and thousands of them, so many thousands they look like snowflakes whirling away into the inky dark.
What is it all but a trouble of ants in the gleam of a million million of suns?
Some painters turn a yellow dot into the sun, others turn the sun into a yellow dot.
Fireflies Hey, fireflies! Fly higher, guys! Fly high above this place. Till a sky rise is a wire's size. Then fly off into space. I catch stupid bugs in jars but you're not bugs you're baby stars!
I was an infinitely hot and dense dot.
I'd like to see twenty-one links completed when I return. Threats on your well-being are poor excuses for missing homework!
He drew a happy face after that - two dots and a curving line - and signed his name.
Appleblossom can't believe the taste of the dark square. Is tehre a way to describe this morsel of goodness? It is so sweet adn smooth. It makes a green snail seem like an old pinecone seed, and every possum knows that a green snail is fantastic eating.
To look at the stars always makes me dream, as simply as I dream over the black dots of a map representing towns and villages. Why, I ask myself, should the shining dots of the sky not be as accessible as the black dots on the map of France?
I'm delirious. Spots are crawling before my eyes."
"Those are spiders.
[Footnote:] The Dotterel weighs only four ounces. It has long been a scientific riddle how so much wrong-headedness can manage to exist in so small a space. Still, there's the Least Gnatcatcher.
I am so small. A billion tons of durosteel and nanometal move through the heavens, and I have never been beyond Mars's atmosphere. They are like specks of silver in an ocean of ink. And I am so much less. But those specs could ravage Mars. They could destroy a moon. Those specks rule the ink.
Every you, every me. Fractals. Fractures.
#3 pencils and quadrille pads.
It's the night sky. See the dots? They're stars. I remembered what you said about the stars moving. You said they were different when you met Persephone, and- this is how they are now. When you met me.
If you take your thumb and your index finger and look right where they meet - go ahead and do that now - and relax your hand, you'll see a crinkle, and then a wrinkle within the crinkle, and a crinkle within the wrinkle. Right? Your body is covered with fractals.
The thousand stars that shine in the light of day
Things that go bump in the brain.
Life is made up of circles.
One. Two. Three. Blink.
The night is falling down around us. Meteors rain like fireworks, quick rips in the seam of the dark ... Every second, another streak of silver glows: parentheses, exclamation points, commas - a whole grammar made of light, for words too hard to speak.
Look around when you have got your first mushroom or made your first discovery: they grow in clusters.
Stars which stand as thick as dewdrops on the field of heaven.
Contemplating the stars he has become accustomed to considering himself an anonymous and incorporeal dot, almost forgetting that he exists; to deal now with human beings, he cannot help involving himself, and he no longer knows where his self is to be found.
Down the Rabbit-Hole
Wisps of arctic blue and green and purple buzzed and whirled within those sharp spikes, sending out a wild coruscation of coloured light. The aurora was mesmerizing and blinding at the same time, and little disco balls hoped that they could grow up to be half as brilliant one day.
Now in the 1980s, I happened to notice that if you look at an aerial photograph of an African village, you see fractals. And I thought, 'This is fabulous! I wonder why?' And of course I had to go to Africa and ask folks why.
the heart shaped bullet
Their position at the Republic base in Mirrin Prime was marked by a gently pulsing gold dot
If I could remember the names of all these particles, I'd be a botanist
I like sparkles; I think I'm a magpie.
The eye that directs a needle in the delicate meshes of embroidery will equally well bisect a star with the spiderweb of the micrometer.
Answer: 2 and 4 fleas. Go
I'm a square that wants to become a circle.
As a lamp, a cataract, a star in space
an illusion, a dewdrop, a bubble
a dream, a cloud, a flash of lightning
view all created things like this.
It's turtles all the way down.
Barking spiders!
...the stars are fixed in rooftops like ink.
Embedded from dots and darkness everything in the universe is tangled, twisted and formed. The colors we see are creation of consciousness with light and profound/deep understanding of life. The more we are awake, the more we integrate within the universe.
Katia M.S.
What precious drops are those, Which silently each other's track pursue, Bright as young diamonds in their faint dew?
Finer than any sand are dusts of gold that gleam, Vague starpoints, in the mystic iris of their eyes.
The grandeur of space, dig it. Zillions of stars, each one gets its own pixel."
"Awesome."
"Maybe, but it's code's all it is.
A Wrackspurt ... They're invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy," she said. "I thought I felt one zooming around in here.
No moon, sun, diamond, hands - fingertip, dot, ray, gauze, sea. pine green, pink glass, eye, mine, eraser, mud, mother, I am coming.
I glance up at the stars, trying to piece together constellations in the night sky. But just like my life, they are nothing but a jumbled up map of dots that don't connect, and they only leave more unexplained questions.
I thought of the infinitely many points that can divide the space between two human hearts.
There are one hundred glow-stars on my bedroom ceiling. ( ... ) Glow-stars are strange. They make the ceiling disappear.
patch of dandelions by the track. I only see the image for a moment,
Hundreds of butterflies flitted in and out of sight like short-lived punctuation marks in a stream of consciousness without beginning or end.
Every cubic centimeter of space, and every second that passes, is the result of this dancing foam of extremely small quanta.
Stars, spattered out through lifeless night from end to end, like jewels scattered in a dead king's grave, tease, torment my wits toward meaningful patterns that do not exist.
Life is a million different dots making one gigantic picture. And maybe the big picture is nice, maybe it's amazing, but if you're standing with your face pressed up against a bunch of black dots, it's really hard to tell.
Young man, if I could remember the names of these particles, I would have been a botanist.
A point contains more unknowns than anything else; it need but stir, move, and it may turn into thousands of curves, thousands of bodies. I
I have no name for what circles so perfectly.
FIGURE 3.1 Stars
And wild-scatter'd cowslips bedeck the green dale.
You were, are
cactus tourism.
meeting you: granular
fractals borrowed from oceans.
Across the road, tadpoles are dancing on the quarter thumbnail of the moon. They cant see, not yet.
I conceived and developed a new geometry of nature and implemented its use in a number of diverse fields. It describes many of the irregular and fragmented patterns around us, and leads to full-fledged theories, by identifying a family of shapes I call fractals.
Fireflies ... They'll follow you wherever you like, as long as you're polite to 'em.
pattern that looked like
The letters from the ink in my pen are an absurd map of magic signs.
Mark Hughes crossed every I and dotted every T.
What were all of them, really, but bits of something else? Bits of stars?
colored pencils to fill in blank spaces. Being
Green clovers. Blue diamonds. Orange Stars. Pink hearts. Purple horseshoes. Man, I never know if I'm looking at a bowl of cereal or having another acid flashback.
rolling eye balls
Splendiferous. That's your word. It's yellow with six legs and it's crawling up your arm.
Layers like a bad Van Gogh. Pella felt little beads
SPIIIIIDERS!" The world ceased its turning. The owl went dumb. The Milky Way flickered on the verge of extinction. Ben hollered it again: "Spiders!" He started thrashing wildly amid the pine needles. "They're all over me!
Every now and then a green dot shifted to yellow. A soldier down, their armored suits detecting the injuries or death that rendered them combat ineffective. Combat ineffective. Such a nice euphemism for one of his kids bleeding out.
It's about glowing lights and small things that are big.
Fractals, the theory of relativity, the genome: these are magnificently beautiful constructs.
The famous jack-o-lantern mushroom, which glows at night with a greenish phosphorescent ligh called foxfire.