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i-am-one-those-faces-that-its-sometimes-oh-my-god-you-look-familiar-but-i-cant-pinpoint-it
instead-seeking-to-pinpoint-blame-seek-to-understand-cause-neale-donald-walsch
im-such-lover-music-that-it-would-be-hard-for-me-to-pinpoint-it-to-particular-artist
at-some-point-youre-no-longer-growing-up-youre-aging-but-no-one-can-pinpoint-that-moment-exactly-richard-linklater
when-i-sing-i-pick-out-people-in-audience-pinpoint-on-them-so-if-you-feel-that-i-am-singing-just-for-you-you-may-be-right-glenn-hughes
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we-can-fire-missile-across-world-with-pinpoint-accuracy-but-we-trouble-keeping-date-with-our-children-to-go-to-library-robin-sharma
i-love-watching-little-paul-scholes-hes-in-control-what-hes-doing-is-always-accurate-pinpoint-with-his-passing-its-just-beautiful-to-watch-bobby-charlton
although-science-could-pinpoint-exact-spot-in-brain-that-ignites-rage-they-had-yet-to-identify-location-that-produces-love-erich-segal
i-want-my-daughter-to-look-at-world-through-underside-glassbottom-boat-to-look-through-microscope-at-galaxies-that-exist-on-pinpoint-human-sarah-kay
meditation-state-is-place-deep-relaxation-where-you-can-pinpoint-things-you-do-to-set-paradigm-switch-from-effect-to-cause-so-how-to-be-cause-in-roseanne-barr
over-years-many-exceptions-amendments-were-made-to-chinas-one-child-policy-that-it-was-hard-to-pinpoint-moment-to-pronounce-it-dead
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i-am-subject-to-powerful-lows-when-you-have-highs-you-have-terrible-lows-when-you-pinpoint-that-you-are-responsible-for-everything-that-happens-to-jeanne-moreau
all-love-stories-are-tales-beginnings-when-we-talk-about-falling-in-love-we-go-to-beginning-to-pinpoint-moment-freefall-meghan-orourke
grab-your-pen-grab-your-sword-eviscerate-small-minds-with-pinpoint-force-mental-might-victory-is-in-horizons-sight-ah-scott
precise-historical-reasons-are-difficult-to-pinpoint-but-red-hair-it-seems-bestows-sense-otherness-red-is-colour-blood-danger
the-performances-i-enjoy-are-ones-that-are-hard-to-read-ambiguous-leftcentre-because-it-makes-you-look-closer-thats-what-humans-are-like-quite-emily-blunt
it-is-often-difficult-to-definitively-link-specific-instance-disease-to-one-particular-cause-like-water-pollution-even-when-tests-show-that-drinking-water-is-polluted-it-can-be-h
inspiration-comes-from-everything-from-entire-world-its-hard-to-pinpoint-one-thing-i-can-trace-one-inspiration-to-writing-13th-century-zen-master-dogen-zenji-who-writes-beautiful
the-ideal-gymnast-would-be-between-4-feet-7-5-2-i-wouldnt-be-able-to-pinpoint-ideal-height-however-it-would-be-foolish-to-say-that-gymnast-above-5-2-could-not-be-great
dont-be-special-thats-what-i-would-say-to-my-younger-self-if-i-could-pinpoint-moment-when-i-went-astray-but-there-was-no-one-moment-i-was-always-astray-leila-sales
eat-baby-eat-chew-please-i-know-it-hurts-i-know-it-doesnt-feel-good-please-i-know-your-hunger-is-different-than-mine-i-know-it-doesnt-taste-same-as-mine-imagine-you-could-grow-up
Why Does He Do That? That's the number one question, isn't it? Maybe it's his drinking, you say. Maybe it's his learning disabilities. It's his job; he hates it. He's stressed. I think he's bipolar. It's his mother's fault; she spoiled him rotten. It's the drugs. If only he didn't use. It's his temper. He's selfish. It's the pornography; he's obsessed. The list could go on and on. You could spend many years trying to pinpoint it and never get a definite answer. The fact is, many people have these problems and they aren't abusive. Just because someone is an alcoholic doesn't mean he is abusive. Men hate their jobs all the time and aren't abusive. Bipolar? Okay. Stressed? Who isn't! Do you see where I am going with this? Off the subject a bit, when someone commits a violent crime, they always report in the news about his possible motive. As human beings, we need to somehow make sense of things. If someone murders someone, do you think it makes the family of the victim feel better to know the murderer's motive? No. Except for self-defense, there really is no excuse for murder. Motive, if there is any, is irrelevant. The same is true of abuse. You could spend your whole life going round and round trying to figure out why. The truth is, the why doesn't matter. There are only two reasons why men commit abuse-because they want to do so and because they can. You want to know why. In many ways, you might feel like you need to know. But, if you could come up with a reason or a motive, it wouldn't help you. Maybe you believe that if you did this or that differently, he wouldn't have abused you. That is faulty thinking and won't help you get better. You didn't do anything to cause the abuse. No matter what you said, no matter what you did, you didn't deserve to be abused. You are the victim and it won't help you to know why he supposedly abused you. No matter what his reason, there is no excuse for abuse. You are not to blame.

Beth Praed
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Eugenie looked great, her short spiky auburn hair edged with conservative blond tips and her face wearing a minimum of makeup. Must be Mr. Natural's influence. I gave her a hug and turned to meet Quince, who was sitting across from her. Okay, I could see the attraction. He had thick, honey-blond hair pulled back in a ponytail not unlike my own, and a green gemstone stud in one ear. He reached out a grasped my hand, shaking it firmly. 'It's great to meet you. Eugenie talks about you all the time.' 'She talks a lot about you too, Quince.' The man had no idea. He smiled and his blue-green eyes were almost enthralling. 'Most people call me Rand, but Eugenie likes my real name better than my nickname.' After a half hour of small talk, I wasn't sure I liked Quince Randolph. He was drop-dead gorgeous, no question about that. But there was something off about him I couldn't quite pinpoint. He stared too hard when he talked to you, made my eye contact than a normal person. I tried to dig into his head a little but came up blank, which was weird, except I'd done a heavy grounding ritual this morning. 'You know, I just noticed something.' Eugenie had a funny look on her face. 'You guys have the same hair and eye colo. I'd never realized it till I saw you sitting there across from each other.' 'Maybe we're very distantly related.' Rand smiled. 'I doubt it, ' I said, frowning. 'I don't have much family. And if we were related, I'd be pissed off that you have better cheekbones.

Suzanne Johnson
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I feel as though dispossessed from the semblances of some crystalline reality to which I'd grown accustomed, and to some degree, had engaged in as a participant, but to which I had, nevertheless, grown inexplicably irrelevant. But the elements of this phenomenon are now quickly dissolving from memory and being replaced by reverse-engineered Random Access actualizations of junk code/DNA consciousness, the retro-coded catalysts of rogue cellular activity. The steel meshing titters musically and in its song, I hear a forgotten tale of the Interstitial gaps that form pinpoint vortexes at which fibers (quanta, as it were) of Reason come to a standstill, like light on the edge of a Singularity. The gaps, along their ridges, seasonally infected by the incidental wildfires in the collective unconscious substrata. Heat flanks passageways down the Interstices. Wildfires cluster-spread down the base trunk Axon in a definitive roar: hitting branches, flaring out to Dendrites to give rise to this release of the very chemical seeds through which sentience is begotten. Float about the ether, gliding a gentle current, before skimming down, to a skip over the surface of a sea of deep black with glimmering waves. And then, come to a stop, still inanimate and naked before any trespass into the Field, with all its layers that serve to veil. Plunge downward into the trenches. Swim backwards, upstream, and down through these spiraling jets of bubbles. Plummet past the threshold to trace the living history of shadows back to their source virus. And acquire this sense that the viruses as a sample, all of the outlying populations withstanding: they have their own sense of self-importance, too. Their own religion. And they mine their hosts barren with the utilitarian wherewithal that can only be expected of beings with self-preservationist motives.

Ashim Shanker
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Where am I?" Magnus croaked. "Nazca." "Oh, so we went on a little trip." "You broke into a man's house, " Catarina said. "You stole a carpet and enchanted it to fly. Then you sped off into the night air. We pursued you on foot." "Ah, " said Magnus. "You were shouting some things." "What things?" "I prefer not to repeat them, " Catarina said. "I also prefer not to remember the time we spent in the desert. It is a mammoth desert, Magnus. Ordinary deserts are quite large. Mammoth deserts are so called because they are larger than ordinary deserts." "Thank you for that interesting and enlightening information, " Magnus croaked. "You told us to leave you in the desert, because you planned to start a new life as a cactus, " Catarina said, her voice flat. "Then you conjured up tiny needles and threw them at us. With pinpoint accuracy." "Well, " he said with dignity. "Considering my highly intoxicated state, you must have been impressed with my aim." "'Impressed' is not the word to use to describe how I felt last night, Magnus." "I thank you for stopping me there, " Magnus said. "It was for the best. You are a true friend. No harm done. Let's say no more about it. Could you possibly fetch me - " "Oh, we couldn't stop you, " Catarina interrupted. "We tried, but you giggled, leaped onto the carpet, and flew away again. You kept saying that you wanted to go to Moquegua." "What did I do in Moquegua?" "You never got there, " Catarina said. "But you were flying about and yelling and trying to, ahem, write messages for us with your carpet in the sky." "We then stopped for a meal, " Catarina said. "You were most insistent that we try a local specialty that you called cuy. We actually had a very pleasant meal, even though you were still very drunk." "I'm sure I must have been sobering up at that point, " Magnus argued. "Magnus, you were trying to flirt with your own plate." "I'm a very open-minded sort of fellow!" "Ragnor is not, " Catarina said. "When he found out that you were feeding us guinea pigs, he hit you over the head with your plate. It broke." "So ended our love, " Magnus said. "Ah, well. It would never have worked between me and the plate anyway. I'm sure the food did me good, Catarina, and you were very good to feed me and put me to bed - " Catarina shook her head."You fell down on the floor. Honestly, we thought it best to leave you sleeping on the ground. We thought you would remain there for some time, but we took our eyes off you for one minute, and then you scuttled off. Ragnor claims he saw you making for the carpet, crawling like a huge demented crab.

Cassandra Clare
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