"I think we need to take Garth to the hospital," my sister said. "He's got a big hole in his belly."
From "Tacky Goblin" by T. Sean Steele
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So many heads so much opinions.
Tantas cabeças, tantas sentenças.
Idiotisms and Proverbs from "English as She is Spoke" by Jose da Fonseca and Pedro Carolina.
We are believing all deads.
Julgávamo-nos tôdos mórtos.
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"English as She is Spoke" by Jose da Fonseca and Pedro Carolina.
Chromatography is used in chemistry to dissolve a mixture and place it into a "mobile phase," which allows the solvent to carry it and its components up the paper. It shows the layers, exposing deeper, hidden tones and colors, something only seen when a solvent of the same polarity is used. It's odd. Life feels a bit like that, and I'm seeing the colors separate for the first time. It's all there, everything that's been hidden in the inky mess for the past however many years. And now it's smeared. Bold. Clear. But blurry. What's on me and what's on you? Where do we go from here?
