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“My eyes hunger to read more books then time allows me to devour.”
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“Real women don't love the richest guy in the world they love the guy who can make their world the richest.”
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“Welcome to Book-a-holic Anonymous.
Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.”
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Hi, I'm Jazz and I am addicted to the written word. I love the smell of the blackest ink sliding across texture paper. My eyes squint against the loss of time within the pages of story. I don't think there's a cure for my compulsion to lose myself within life and times of those characters bound between the covers.”
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“A spiritual journey is becoming what one has always meant to be-come and always was. One with God's Spirit.”
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“Butterfly upon my hand, A voice of wonder within my mind, not my own but the butterfly's.”
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“Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around the twisting tongue.”
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“Butterflies are but petals upon the sky.”
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“One two, one two,
Type a word or two.
Arrow left, arrow right,
Keep those fingers nice and tight.
Keys up, Keys down,
Move those digits all around.
One two, one two,
Type a word or two.”
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Type a word or two.
Arrow left, arrow right,
Keep those fingers nice and tight.
Keys up, Keys down,
Move those digits all around.
One two, one two,
Type a word or two.”
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“The snow is falling like a delicate rain of frozen mist”
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“The ink line drawing flowed the cursive journey,
created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.”
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created on paper canvas that brought the story to life.”
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“I'm the seeker through the darkness of time and space seeking the light of the universe.”
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“Tongue and hand tied. It cut me off, trapped and held me within my own silent dark word tomb.”
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
“We feel fighting for dominance actually shows weakness. It's much harder to hold back the wolf than to let it have free rein.”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“Illumination for creativity comes from within, spreading light outward into the universe through our works of art.”
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“Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“Into the ash I dripped my pen and came out with fire.”
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“A word garden blooming within the tangled weeds.”
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“Being a werewolf, an alpha more so, isn't about being aggressive over others but controlling yourself, the wolf's wild virus inside my DNA, and emotions that comes with the beast.”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“Twist a tongue, and tongue a twist how many twists can a tongue twister twist around their twisting tongue.
If a tongue twister's tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twister's tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.”
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If a tongue twister's tongue could twist, how many twists would the tongue twister's tongue twist while their tongue was a twisting.”
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“I continue down the path called the future”
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“I was dog-ear tired...”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“Everywhere that is not in shadows is reflecting the brilliance of the light”
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“Under bright scarlet hair, teachers' favorite pigmentation of ink, the awful cast splashed and dripped down his face, a grisly reminder of mistakes bruising that had bruised.”
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
“The stopwatch threat hung over me. I set the timer with shaky clammy fingers. The silent reckoning with the not-so-silent alarm blast at the end of the merciless countdown commenced.”
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
― Prismatic Prose: A Genre Bending Anthology
“Nevertheless, the radiant light continued to shine no matter how dim the chasm or how vague the view in front of me.”
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“When someone says "don’t freak," wouldn’t a person think that maybe they should freak?”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“The leaves were miniature green umbrellas dancing in the spring's sky. Each leaf was in time within the windy choreographed dance. Their branch partners flowed naturally to the rhythmic beat. Controlled with each passing gust that flowed gently through the lofty tree.”
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“Within the pause of movement, there are minuscule changes in the stillness”
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“Off Spruce, there was a little known trail. A savage gulley wound through acreage of older residential homes that met up with Green Rock Drive. A natural bouquet gust of wind assaulted me. The domestic and native encroached on each other in a battle for dominance at the edges of the cramped path's undergrowth. The tangy scent of wild onion and sagebrush intermingled with the verdant odor of wild geranium, blue flax, columbine and creeping pussytoes. The wild weeds spiced up the encroaching grass turf and the tamed floral honeysuckle vines and lilac bushes.”
― Colorado State of Mind
― Colorado State of Mind
“To know and feel the brightest starlight that is within us all is to become the bright white light of spirit.”
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