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Forget Ulysses, life itself is a stream of consciousness if you ever have time to get out of the stream and take a look at it. And there’s nothing that gets you out of the stream like a short sharp shock.
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The things we do for books, she thought.
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Chet Baker mourns for you, New Coke mourns for you, Roddy Piper mourns for you, 8-track cassettes of Humble Pie and Bachman Turner Overdrive mourn for you
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He also said this to me in my imagination several years ago.
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What's the weirdest thing you've ever used as a bookmark? I work in a library. I've seen that, and more.
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His eyes begin to glisten like hot green wax pooling around the
wick
of a
pretty little candle.
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What if I said;I never liked actually reading - the black words on white paper straining my eyes flying through my mind forming sentences I struggle to make sense of before the next Capital Letter arrives before I eventually slam the book shut veins in my brain…
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It sometimes happens a student remains a friend long after you both have abandon academe.
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I had the day off so I decided to do some fishing, browsing for new writers at the fish tanks, book shelves filled with American Literature and I began near Zelazny, trolling backwards with an eye out, hunting, hoping to find a buried treasure in an unsun
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Librarians are hiding something. What is it?
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A mutiny of voices, enclosed. The sing-song of verse, the steady drone of prose.
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What if I said;
I never liked actually reading?
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I wrapped my arms around each of them
ran my hands over their face, and kissed
their lips. "Why are they dreaming?" I asked.
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If you work in a library, you work with book carts, so naturally you give them nicknames. You could call your faithful book cart Bumpy, Squeaky, Rusty or Tipsy. But surely you can do better than that! Here's…
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While most spread their time in other occupation, I traveled through books and grew my imagination. I knew endless bliss. I was a book eater. I would just devour books that I loved and slug through those I didn't, just to make myself eat the truths and li
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