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Your calling multiplies you
They were the right counterbalance to one another.
rolled down. As I
Pack pack kill kill
Togetherness is beating up an empty elevator.
I was surprised, the triple-stack package produced eight to 15 more bushels.
Let the weight of the stars lay on our chests
We must scrunch or be scrunched.
Like two single gentlemen rolled into one.
What do you call a hundred blondes stacked on top of each other? An air mattress.
We are shoulder to shoulder due to the size of the cab, and if Gratton is made of flour and potatoes, Sean is made of stone and driftwood and possibly those prickly anemones that sometimes wash up on shore.
Two plus two. I got this shit.
Everybody is shaky. IfShaky-- Will Miller
stick together like shit on a shoe.
topped with whipped cream, chopped nuts
Compounding is the 8th wonder of the world.
Leaning up against one
Laid out. It has the most beautiful
In this configuration,
Side by Side:
We sat side by side in the morning light & looked out at the future together.
Got the domino effect In the front row passin out
The high shelf
Where you stacked the bad thing, hoping for calm,
Broke. It rolled down. It follows you to the end.
High and low rest on each other.
And the combination is rare.
Union of the Hideously and Improbably Deformed,
My mind is reeling.
Our shadows, now parallel, now close together and joined, traced an exquisite pattern at our feet.
The beauty is the balance.
A collection of takeout boxes slumped together like old men in bad weather.
Perched on top of the pointed nose of the
cards. Twenty-four
It is not together, but the ensemble is perfect.
All blessings are mixed blessings.
The two evening stars were now shining side by side. The smaller one had moved over to the big one. They were very close now, almost touching, and then they went together and become one very large star.
I don't know if things like that are fair or not.
bowls of cornflakes,
You can make a stack high enough to reach the moon and back, and only then will you have used your 100 billion hamburgers. This is terrifying news to cows.
Together, we soar.
Strapped, noosed, nighing his hour, He stood and counted them and cursed his luck; And then the clock collected in the tower Its strength, and struck.
I'm a taped-together girl, but I can carry my own baggage.
seven times down, eight times up
Ideas rose in clouds; I felt them collide until pairs interlocked, so to speak, making a stable combination.
Seven times up, eight times down
I counted them all out and I counted them all back.
The world looks like a multiplication-table, or a mathematical equation, which, turn it how you will, balances itself.
I am part of the load not rightly balanced ...
A disaster wrapped in a catastrophe sitting on a pile of misfortune.
How do you get all those coins? asked Mort.
IN PAIRS.
so well coordinated
matched that between
We are the sum and synergy of all our experiences.
Like a rainbow and a tornado all wrapped up into one,
High above, the rafters were made of old wood, and sturdy as the mountain the house had been built on, and across the way, sixteen coffins were stacked one upon the next, as if they were nothing but moving boxes from U-Haul. The
& I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
Its time to role the dice.
If all the molecules on Earth were stacked on each other end-to-end, everything on Earth would die.
What do you call ten blondes standing ear to ear? A wind tunnel.
I'm so full I can't hear.
POINT TO PONDER: Blessed are the balanced.
On the four aces doom'd to roll.
All hangs together, I am in chains.
All around the Lady Jessica - piled in corners of the Arrakeen great hall, mounded in the open spaces - stood the packaged freight of their lives: boxes, trunks, cartons, cases - some partly unpacked.
So, in their beautiful array,
Form on the floor. All
What I call loaded, I'm not. What other people call loaded I am.
Two scoops of crazy with a side of coo coo ca choo
You feel almost a part of the wheat when you're sitting in a combine.
Got my Allman Brothers cassettes stacked up on the dash, got some Jack back in the trunk and a tank full of gas.
I'm ready to rock and roll.
your forest is teaming with strong, healthy game.
O Marvelous! What new configuration will come next? I am bewildered with multiplicity.
Roger. Clear the tower. I got a pitch and a roll program, and this baby's really going.
As we make our way around the supermarket, I load in the essentials and Jesse loads in a dozen jars of peanut butter, a few jars of chocolate spread and a several cans of squirty cream.
A stack of banged-up grocery carts humped each other in a metal orgy in the far corner of the new Sedano's parking lot.
And insufficient
Together, we will be unstoppable.
Somehow no matter how odd the combinations are, they always end up looking perfect together.
My books piled up before me for my use waiting in space where I placed them, they haven't disappeared, time's left its remnants and qualities for me to use
my words piled up, my texts, my manuscripts, my loves.
Game... Set... Match Bitch!
~Alexandria Bell
You're in a mess, and in excess.
It's lonely up in the top
To many-towered Camelot
weigh ninety pounds." "RESOLUTION:
The possibilities of the art of combination are not infinite, but they tend to be frightful.
were all wired to come come unwound.
One is either packed or unpacked. There is no middle ground.
Even still, as good as she looked all decked out, she looked even
Plank to base. I require urgent backup. Repeat. Urgent backup. Am knackered. Repeat. Knackered. And can you pick me up a bag of ready salted crisps on the way? Repeat. Ready salted crisps. Urgent. Over.
Excuse my wandering.
How can one be orderly with this?
It's like counting leaves in a garden,
along with the song-notes of partridges,
and crows.
Sometimes organization
and computation become absurd.
I am on the hunt for constructions. I come into a room and find them whitely merging in a corner.
Vitaly owns half a carton of Lucky Strikes, an electric guitar, and a hangover
Messy, isn't it?
scrambled to stand.
Discombobulated.
Holy shit, were we complicating things. We were out of control.
"Building?" Asked Eric, voice heavy with disbelief.
"Yes." Teeth gritted, I smiled.
"Banging, screwing," said Joe. "you know.
shoulder cast climbed
A terrace nine stories high begins with a pile of earth.
I'm seven layers of fucked up with a side of batshit crazy.
It's lonely on the top when there's no one on the bottom.
When I have them working together, it's like a beautiful kaleidoscope.
Sick to my motherf****** tummy!