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Last week during Life Drawing, Ms Franklin asked me if I'd ever considered majoring in art instead of biology.
I asked her for a new eraser.
Now my sole function in this world is to serve as receptacle for the proof that I am inconsequential; every experience I accrete is only another stroke of an eraser.
Did the memory erasure device work, Uncle?"
"The what?"
"The memory erasure device. You were testing it when I last saw you."
"Don't know what you're talking about, dear girl.
The only useful thing I ever learned in school was that if you spit on your eraser it erased ink.
If there's a cat, I obliterate it by putting polka dot stickers on it. I obliterate a horse by putting polka dot stickers on it. And I obliterated myself by putting the same polka dot stickers on myself.
You can use an eraser on the drafting table or a sledge hammer on the construction site.
Somebody was using the pencil.
Life doesn't come with an eraser. Experiences leave their mark, for better or for worse. Anyone who tells you otherwise has never been hurt.
Here at last there was a fitting object for those remarkable powers which, like all special gifts, become irksome to their owner when they are not in use. That razor brain blunted and rusted with inaction.
History written in pencil is easily erased, but crayon is forever.
I love a Dustbuster. You go around, pick up little crumbs, and everything is nice again.
What see you in the horizon's bruised smear
That cannot be blotted out
By your raised hand?
colored pencils to fill in blank spaces. Being
Wiping out is an underappreciated skill.
Each day hands me a clean sheet of paper upon which to write. Therefore, I would be wise to write without ever having the need to erase.
The power of the delete key.
The crap and the trash of the world. Post-consumer human butt wipe that no one would ever go to the trouble to recycle.
A knife. A silver knife, like the one that had cut out Alice's heart.
I need a dual-vector foil for cleansing.
Love is the biggest eraser there is. Love erases even the deepest imprinting because love goes deeper then anything. If you childhood imprinting was very strong, and you keep saying: "It's their fault. I can't change," you stay stuck.
Memory is the most malicious cutter of all, preserving, recasting, panning in slow motion across the awful bits so that we retain every detail.
Hand cannot erase this love
Memory doesn't erase. The recall ability fails.
Leave a mark, not a blemish.
drawing pad. He withdrew it and
All data leaves a trail. The search for data leaves a trail. The erasure of data leaves a trail. The absence of data, under the right circumstances, can leave the clearest trail of all.
Killer with a polo mallet.
Eat dirt evil doer!
Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.
crayon. Age had given his face a softly
Often you must turn your stylus to erase, if you hope to write anything worth a second reading.
A blank is the only thing I draw well. --T-SHIRT
The best mask is a face no one will remember
'Wipeout' is a giant obstacle course for adults of all shapes, sizes, and ages. Whoever wins takes home $50,000 and gets to brag to all of their coworkers that they made it out alive!
The truth is revealed by removing things that stand in its light, an art not unlike sculpture, in which the artist creates, not by building, but by hacking away.
A fecking flamethrower! Why didn't I think of that? Best I came up with was a measly hair dryer.
I spilled spot remover on my dog; now he's gone.
You wrote words with your hand, but your mind wiped me away.
All art is but dirtying the paper delicately.
You can bury your radical magazines and tear up your sexually perverse sketches and burn your sheets. But how do you erase who you are?
Leaving a good mark
Memory is more indelible than ink.
Every Mark does not make a Mark
these leftover memories
returned to the typewriter, angrily erasing and correcting each mistake she'd made, desperately wishing she could as easily wipe out her mental image of the man in her carriage house.
The best design tool is a long eraser with a pencil at one end.
Long ago I abandoned my masterpiece a roll of paper thirty yards long which I filled completely with minute handwriting in my dungeon years ago It vanished when the Bastille fell it vanished as everything written everything thought and planned will disappear
Painting is something that cannot be destroyed, it must destroy itself to reinvent itself.
Mistakes? That's why they put erasers on pencils.
Indelible, adj.
That first night, you took your finger and pointed to the top of my head, then traced a line between my eyes, down my nose, over my lips, my chin, my neck, to the center of my chest. It was so surprising. I knew I would never mimic it. That one gesture would be yours forever.
first four letters, and used to write them out
With the help of the janitor he screwed on to the side of the desk a pencil sharpener - that highly satisfying, highly philosophical implement that goes ticonderoga-ticonderoga, feeding on the yellow finish and sweet wood, and ends up in a kind of soundlessly spinning ethereal void as we all must.
There are moments in life that you wish with all your heart you could take back. Like, just erase from existence. Like, if you could, you'd erase yourself right out of existence too, just to make that moment not exist.
I'd dismembered it in my memories. I'd disremembered it.
A burnt finger remember the fire.
The brightest memory fades faster than the dullest ink.
I don't really have a metaphor for how I write, but it kinda feels like chipping away at a big dark object that I can't really see.
You're a fairy princess beaming at me, remaking the world in your image. Wiping away everything that hurts. But someday everything that hurts will come back and kill you.
Who would sharpen a point aginst the darkness of the world?
The palest ink will endure beyond the memories of man
Demolition derby
Duck tape works wonders
Someone ought to invent a tool, a kind of plane to shave the lies away from stories and deception away from memories. I'm a collector of shavings.
When I wiped you from the book of memory, I did not know I was striking out half my life
Memory is the thing you forget with.
I forgot my eraser," I told her, "so if you have an extra, could you let me borrow it?" She took her eraser, broke it in two, and gave me half. And smiled broadly. Like the saying goes, in that instant I fell in love.
Without a pen in my hand I can't think.
The pencil-stroke is like cutting into the heart.
very dull object.
The thought of continually eating something like macaroni, spat out by machinery, fills me with fear and revulsion, so I make macaroni sculptures. I make them and make them and then keep on making them, until I bury myself in the process. I call this 'obliteration.'
A stain. It's all that's left of us when we're gone.
Pinkerton's Champion Stain Remover and Paragon Detergent
Exodia Obliterate!
What is this word that broke through the fence of your teeth, Atreides?
I've done some things I wish I could erase ... I invented mistakes. But the mistakes must be seen in context, and they must be weighed along with the positives.
I now know how to use a paper shredder. My life is complete.
The itch of scribbling.
Be glad that I haven't take out the pen, the rubber and the pencil once taken... all will die.
Two types of dust I require to wipe my sin
What is written with a sword cannot be erased.
What release to write so that one forgets oneself, forgets one's companion, forgets where one is or what one is going to do next to be drenched in sleep or in the sea. Pencils and pads and curling blue sheets alive with letters heap up on the desk.
A hairbrush.
Khalil died over a fucking hairbrush.
Even now, you refused to be pixelated, forgotten, silenced, erased. Not that I wanted to erase you. The opposite. I wanted the opposite.
Can't nobody [mess] with me. I'm like toilet paper, Pampers and toothpaste. I'm definitely proven to be effective.
The Razor's Edge,
Vagina Whisperer.
Under this mask, another mask. I will never be finished removing all these faces.
#3 pencils and quadrille pads.
A pencil is a wand and a weapon. Be careful. Protect yourself. It can be glorious.
I'm calling myself 'The Doodler,' and with the simple addition of a small burglar's mask, I achieve utter anonymity.
You have me like a drawing, erased, coloured in, untitled, signed by your tongue.
How can he be killed most easily? With the fewest stains?
I'm a destroyer: I destroy prejudice.
Undrape! you are not guilty to me, nor stale nor discarded,
I see through the broadcloth and gingham whether or no,
And am around, tenacious, acquisitive, tireless, and cannot be shaken away.
I think you just made me forget my own name. Not even amnesia managed that.
We all are wearing many hundred glasses of different colors. Therefore, everyone sees the world in different views. Somehow, if we could remove those glasses, we can see the world with real colors. Name of the most difficult to remove glass is 'there are permanent things of mine.
I like Dr.Ducks Ax Wax ...
New Rule: You don't need a paper shredder. I've seen your mail
it's not that interesting. What are you worried about, that the magazine from the auto club might fall into the wrong hands? I hate to break it to you 007, but the Victoria's Secret catalog isn't actually a secret.
How satisfying it is to leave a mark on a blank surface. To make a map of my movement - no matter how temporary.
Broken crayons can still colour.
I'm an artist; I do not destroy, but create scars. And above that, I am an inventor of new ways to create them.