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090c961
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I am somewhat exhausted; I wonder how a battery feels when it pours electricity into a non-conductor?
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electricity
energy
exhaustion
futility
sherlock-holmes
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Arthur Conan Doyle |
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142e559
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She knew they were all afraid. But love and disease are both like electricity, Weetzie thought. They are always there -- you can't see or smell or hear, touch or taste them, but you know they are there like a current in the air. We can choose, Weetzie thought, we can choose to plug into the love current instead.
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electricity
love
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Francesca Lia Block |
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44811e3
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For this wire is as a part of our body, as a vein torn from us, glowing with our blood. Are we proud of this thread of metal, or of our hands which made it, or is there a line to divide these two?
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electricity
truth
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Ayn Rand |
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f3c8645
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I had enough electricity in my booty to jump-start the whole of New York City.
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electricity
new-york-city
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Colum McCann |
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dd0ed90
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My mom would spy by satellite, turning down the air conditioning, colder and colder, with a tapping keystroke via her wireless connection, chilling that house, that one room, meat locker cold, ski-slope cold, spending a king's ransom on Freon and electric power, trying to make some doomed ten bucks' worth of pretty pink flowers last one more day.
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electricity
energy
rich
waste
wastefulness
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Chuck Palahniuk |
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The house, and all the objects in it, crackled with static electricity; undertows washed through it, the air was heavy with things that were known but not spoken. Like a hollow log, a drum, a church, it was amplified, so that conversations whispered in it sixty years ago can be half-heard today.
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drum
electricity
heaviness
home
house
whispering
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Margaret Atwood |
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de0c5a2
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Mom used to say that the thoughts in our heads were nothing more than electrical impulses. I remember Dad and her talking about this over dinner. It frustrated Dad that the human brain can fire electrical sparks and think, but that the electricity he'd pump into an android brain would never give it independent thought. The body isn't that different from a machine. Humans and androids both run on electricity. That lightning spark of energy I saw in the reverie. That was my mother's last thought, an echo of electricity, something that sparked when I entered her dreamscape. That spark is gone now. Her life is gone now. Everything that made her, her, is gone now. Faded into nothing.
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dreams
electricity
independent
life
spark
talk
thoughts
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Beth Revis |
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080c3c2
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"...I love you," he said to her, although at that point he was certain she could no longer comprehend the words. "I'd trade places with you in an instant, Mandy Valems... you never deserved this... why would anyone do something so terrible!?" A cold chill froze his heart when he saw her empty eyes again. The fluorescent lights in the dim room sparked to life all of a sudden, brightness so sharp that it startled him. In a flash, sharp and sudden, quicker than a lightning strike, the bulbs flickered and exploded with a few jingling pops."
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bulb
death
depressing
dim
electricity
empty
explode
eyes
fluorescent
friendship
grief
heart
hospital
i-love-you
lobotomy
loss
love
mental-hospital
psychosurgery
tragic
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Rebecca McNutt |