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Tell me the manner of books that you seek and I will strive to locate their whereabouts.”
where can i find this guy
if you don’t know something, go to the library and look it up.
Why do I act like this, agreeing when I really disagree, letting people force me to do things I don’t want to do?
“Just a minute, Mr. Sheep Man,” I said. “Is this by any chance a jail cell?” “Sure is,” he replied.
The top of your head’ll be sawed off and all your brains’ll get slurped right up.”
“Because brains packed with knowledge are yummy, that’s why. They’re nice and creamy. And sort of grainy at the same time.”
this is weirddd 😖
spoke to me with her hands: Now wipe away your tears. It’s time to eat.
with her hands? and why is it blue
So just because I don’t exist in the sheep man’s world, it doesn’t mean that I don’t exist at all.
“Our worlds are all jumbled together—your world, my world, the sheep man’s world. Sometimes they overlap and sometimes they don’t. That’s what you mean, right?”
That made me nice and warm.
one of my three wives,
No matter what the situation may be, I still take pleasure in witnessing the joy of others.
The tricky thing about mazes is that you don’t know if you’ve chosen the right path until the very end. If it turns out you were wrong, it’s usually too late to go back and start again.
Next to the old man sat a big black dog. A dog with green eyes and a jewel-encrusted collar.
crazy
My pet starling’s bloody body was clamped between his teeth.
WHAT NO!
“I’ll feed you to this dog. He’ll devour you alive. It will be a slow death. You’ll die screaming. But your brains are mine. They won’t be as creamy as they would have been if you had finished those books, but I’m not picky. I’ll suck up every last drop.”
My mother died last Tuesday. She had been suffering from a mysterious illness, and that morning she quietly slipped away. There was a simple funeral, and now I am totally alone. No mother. No pet starling. No sheep man. No girl. I lie here by myself in the dark at two o’clock in the morning and think about that cell in the library basement. About how it feels to be alone, and the depth of the darkness surrounding me. Darkness as pitch black as the night of the new moon.
