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being-heart-throb-would-be-crazy
i-dont-see-myself-as-being-heart-throb-at-all
good-literature-makes-your-head-throb-heartlike-david-foster-wallace
the-minute-you-see-him-your-hand-will-throb-your-heart-will-pound-out-your-chest-you-wont-be-able-to-breathe-jordan-deen
if-this-tv-success-had-come-in-my-twenties-id-become-heart-throb-i-would-have-been-stupid-i-would-have-got-into-lot-situations-that-i-really-wished-i-hadnt
not-one-drop-blood-is-left-inside-my-veins-that-does-not-throb-i-recognize-signs-ancient-flame-dante-alighieri
then-you-will-look-be-radiant-your-heart-will-throb-swell-with-joy-wealth-on-seas-will-be-brought-to-you-to-you-riches-nations-will-come-isaiah-605
thomsons-small-oil-sketches-last-years-palpitate-throb-they-are-as-direct-in-attack-as-punch-in-nose-harold-town
man-is-one-he-hath-one-great-heart-it-is-thus-we-feel-with-gigantic-throb-athwart-sea-each-others-rights-wrongs-thus-are-we-men-philip-james-bailey
a-weak-but-steady-throb-lay-beneath-kevs-searching-fingertips-wins-heartbeat-pulse-that-sustained-his-universe-lisa-kleypas
i-can-assure-you-that-gallant-hearts-that-throb-beneath-its-sacred-folds-will-only-be-content-when-this-glorious-banner-is-planted-first-foremost-in-john-bell-hood
thinking-is-ought-to-be-coolness-calmness-our-poor-hearts-throb-our-poor-brains-beat-too-much-for-that-herman-melville
emma-felt-compulsion-to-run-her-hands-through-it-to-step-into-his-arms-never-leave-desire-shot-to-her-knickers-aching-throb-began-between-her-thighs-shit-i-didnt-come-here-for-th
im-sucker-for-thought-catalog-shelby-fero-is-really-funny-on-twitter-and-patton-oswalt-hes-sort-like-twitter-throb
you-cutting-lawn-fixing-machinesall-this-leprous-day-then-more-vodkamore-soda-pond-forgiving-our-bodies-pond-sucking-out-throb-anne-sexton
i-was-not-ready-for-abstraction-i-clung-to-earth-her-dear-shapes-her-density-her-herbage-her-juice-i-wanted-her-volume-i-wanted-to-hear-her-throb-emily-carr
it-had-been-long-since-she-had-felt-touch-man-too-long-she-had-almost-forgotten-that-ripe-heavy-throb-attraction-desire-that-could-instantly-drug-her-body-mind-more-thoroughly-th
every-footfall-my-boots-echoes-ricochets-louder-louder-excruciating-stroll-i-take-induces-her-heartbeat-into-pecking-hard-erratic-my-dick-starts-hurting-with-anticipatory-throb-p
and-then-throb-hits-you-on-left-ide-head-hard-that-your-head-bobs-to-right-theres-no-way-that-came-from-inside-your-head-you-think-thats-no-metaphysical-crisis-god-just-punched-y
a-happy-disposition-is-largely-disposition-to-make-others-happy-one-life-permeates-all-things-there-is-no-corner-cosmos-too-remote-to-feel-its-henry-wood
as-long-as-i-can-be-with-you-even-my-digital-heart-will-start-to-throb-like-quantum-wind-my-heart-will-start-to-sway-rin-len-kagamine
life-was-sorrowful-throb-this-matter-teaching-it-anguish-teaching-it-hope-desire-trod-out-too-soon-in-mire-life-frail-joy-that-regrets-its-sri-aurobindo
i-have-never-fully-unbosomed-myself-to-any-human-being-i-have-never-been-encouraged-to-trust-much-in-sympathy-my-fellow-men-but-we-have-all-chance-meeting-with-some-pity-some-ten
After a few sips, he picked up his sax and started jamming with the storm. Most days, Rivers meditated twice, when he awoke and again in the evening before writing or reading. But he still found a special relaxation and renewal in solitary playing. Contemplation through music was different from other reflective experiences, in part, because his visual associations were set free to mutate, morph, and meander; while the other senses were occupied in fierce concentraction on breathing, blowing, fingering, and listening. Within the flow of this activity, his awareness would land in different states of consciousness, different phases of time, and easily moved between revisualization of experience and its creation. The playing dislodged hidden feelings, primed him for recognizing the habitually denied, sheathed the sword of lnaguage, and loosened the shield and armor of his character. His contemplative playing purged him of worrisome realities, smelted off from his center the dross of eperience, and on those rare and cherished days, left only the refinement of flickering fire. Although he was more aware of his emotions, the music and dance of thought kept them at arm's length, Wordsworth's 'emotion recollected in tranquility.'... As he played, his mind's eye became the fisher's bobber, guided by a line of sound around the driftwood of thought, the residue of his life, which materialized from nowhere and sank back into nothingness without his weaving them into any insistent pattern of order and understanding. He was momentarily freed of logical sequencing, the press of premises, the psycho-logic of primary process, the throb of Thought pulsing in and through him, and in billions of mind/bodies, now and throughout time, belonging each to each, to none, to no one, to Everyone, rocking back and forward in an ebb and flow of wishes, fears, and goals. He fished free of desire, illusion, or multiplicity; distant from the hook, the fisher, the fish; but tethered still on the long line of music, until it snagged on an immovable object, some unquestioned assumption, or perhaps a stray consummation, a catch in the flow of creation and wonder.

Jay Richards
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