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4b27756	There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it. I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way..	sensitive	Lynda Barry
9e63b10	Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.	suicide first-sentence	Lynda Barry
4f35a05	No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.		Lynda Barry
0cdbdbc	This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.		Lynda Barry
ac09932	The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away. I am grateful to those who are keepers of the groove. The babies and the grandmas who hang on to it and help us remember when we forget that any kind of dancing is better than no dancing at all.	dance confidence babies groove one-hundred-demons lynda-barry dancing grandma self-love growing-up demons cool stupid	Lynda Barry
6e8fca9	You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.	creativity	Lynda Barry
f13a4f9	You may be a lady but you are still the man!		Lynda Barry
fe5f574	What year is it in your imagination?		Lynda Barry
a769ec9	It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me	hatred madness sadness hurt teenager	Lynda Barry
a80b7fe	When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?		Lynda Barry
691e8c6	The thing I call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.		Lynda Barry
74da3f5	But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?		Lynda Barry
c0e73c4	what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?		Lynda Barry
f71b28a	At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.		Lynda Barry
0288847	If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.		Lynda Barry
c899cb7	A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.	murder	Lynda Barry
1634c19	something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.		Lynda Barry
b9b93c0	What is it? The ordinary is EXTRAORDINARY. The ordinary is extraordinary. The ordinary is the thing we want back when someone we love dies. When someone dies or leaves or falls out of love with us. We call it "little things". We say, "it's the little things I miss most." The ordinary things. It's the little thing that brings them back to us unexpectedly. We say "reminds us" but it is more than reminding-it's a conflagration-it's an inundati..		Lynda Barry
095d9d8	I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.	teenagers hell	Lynda Barry
636533b	Ask a burning question, get a burning answer	question	Lynda Barry
25060e0	What if she stepped on a needle and it went right into her foot and Roberta would not feel it and the needle would rise and rise and rise through the veins leading up to the heart and then the needle would STAB HER IN THE HEART and Roberta would DIE and it would be VERY PAINFUL this according to nurse mother a medical expert on Freaky Ways to Croak... The mother shouted that she knew several people who died from the Rising Stab of the Unfel..		Lynda Barry
a8e502f	i believe [images] are the soul's immune system and transit system.		Lynda Barry
241aa41	One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.		Lynda Barry
7e08171	Twinkle twinkle little star. You are nothing. You've been dead for a thousand years...		Lynda Barry
7f7615f	are memories pictures or the secret doorway?		Lynda Barry
976e379	but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.		Lynda Barry
af4db86	What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.		Lynda Barry
0417a50	Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!		Lynda Barry
341d353	Same circus, different clowns, and without a doubt I'm one of them.		Lynda Barry
b4bee37	In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.		Lynda Barry
b1e97ea	As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.		Lynda Barry
142cd80	Maybonne said "Just because someone has lace-up hip huggers does not mean they can control the world". Then Magreet let her wear those pants. When my aunt saw them on her she shouted "Are you trying to kill me?!"	ruling-the-world	Lynda Barry
994cc1e	Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.	school-clothes skull-heads	Lynda Barry
9636d57	Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. Before that, it is something real.	lynda-barry disillusionment illusions childhood	Lynda Barry
abe3890	On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country but it might not be the same god as the god of the church and I might not be digging on the message of the president because the windmills of his mind are cracked on a lot of subjects concerning people.		Lynda Barry
434cb0f	You may be a lady but your are still the man!		Lynda Barry
d16cb2a	Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chintziest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.		Lynda Barry
aaff68b	The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?		Lynda Barry
c35112a	i didn't know there were different lines of aliveness, and two worlds contained by each other.		Lynda Barry
35de6f6	Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, especially when we played by ourselves or looked like we were playing by ourselves. I believe a kid who is playing is not alone. There is something brought alive during play, and this something, when played, seems to play back. If playing isn't..		Lynda Barry
01acab7	Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.		Lynda Barry
4d5360d	Like say if the mom and dad of god said he could never get dirty. There would be no world!		Lynda Barry
4c1704e	The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.		Lynda Barry
b3d2365	No, she answered, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one is a girl and another a Lion. None of them is fit to work, so you may tear them into small pieces."		Lynda Barry

4b27756

There are certain children who are told they are too sensitive, and there are certain adults who believe sensitivity is a problem that can be fixed in the way that crooked teeth can be fixed and made straight. And when these two come together you get a fairytale, a kind of story with hopelessness in it. I believe there is something in these old stories that does what singing does to words. They have transformational capabilities, in the way..

sensitive

Lynda Barry

9e63b10

Dear Anyone Who Finds This, Do not blame the drugs.

suicide first-sentence

Lynda Barry

4f35a05

No matter what, expect the unexpected. And whenever possible BE the unexpected.

Lynda Barry

0cdbdbc

This ability to exist in pieces is what some adults call resilience. And I suppose in some way it is a kind of resilience, a horrible resilience that makes adults believe children forget trauma.

Lynda Barry

ac09932

The groove is so mysterious. We're born with it and we lose it and the world seems to split apart before our eyes into stupid and cool. When we get it back, the world unifies around us, and both stupid and cool fall away. I am grateful to those who are keepers of the groove. The babies and the grandmas who hang on to it and help us remember when we forget that any kind of dancing is better than no dancing at all.

dance confidence babies groove one-hundred-demons lynda-barry dancing grandma self-love growing-up demons cool stupid

Lynda Barry

6e8fca9

You have to be willing to spend time making things for no known reason.

creativity

Lynda Barry

f13a4f9

You may be a lady but you are still the man!

Lynda Barry

fe5f574

What year is it in your imagination?

Lynda Barry

a769ec9

It is true that I am a person with black pockets of evil and hatred in my heart. There are underground places inside of me

hatred madness sadness hurt teenager

Lynda Barry

a80b7fe

When we finish a book, why do we hold it in both hands and gaze at it as if it were somehow alive?

Lynda Barry

691e8c6

The thing I call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.

Lynda Barry

74da3f5

But when the thing that is scaring you is already Jesus, who are you supposed to pray to?

Lynda Barry

c0e73c4

what is an imaginary friend? are there also imaginary enemies?

Lynda Barry

f71b28a

At the center of everything we call 'the arts,' and children call 'play,' is something which seems somehow alive.

Lynda Barry

0288847

If I could only turn the etch-a-sketch of my life upside down.

Lynda Barry

c899cb7

A man who has been dead for a week in a hot trailer looks more like a man than you would first expect.

murder

Lynda Barry

1634c19

something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. before that, it is something real. what caused the disillusionment? no one told me the print on the wall was just ink and paper and had no life of its own. at some point the cat stopped blinking, and i stopped thinking it could.

Lynda Barry

b9b93c0

What is it? The ordinary is EXTRAORDINARY. The ordinary is extraordinary. The ordinary is the thing we want back when someone we love dies. When someone dies or leaves or falls out of love with us. We call it "little things". We say, "it's the little things I miss most." The ordinary things. It's the little thing that brings them back to us unexpectedly. We say "reminds us" but it is more than reminding-it's a conflagration-it's an inundati..

Lynda Barry

095d9d8

I am hell with a knife and there is nothing I can really do about it but try and keep my mouth shut and try not to let it show.

teenagers hell

Lynda Barry

636533b

Ask a burning question, get a burning answer

question

Lynda Barry

25060e0

What if she stepped on a needle and it went right into her foot and Roberta would not feel it and the needle would rise and rise and rise through the veins leading up to the heart and then the needle would STAB HER IN THE HEART and Roberta would DIE and it would be VERY PAINFUL this according to nurse mother a medical expert on Freaky Ways to Croak... The mother shouted that she knew several people who died from the Rising Stab of the Unfel..

Lynda Barry

a8e502f

i believe [images] are the soul's immune system and transit system.

Lynda Barry

241aa41

One by one most kids I knew quit drawing and never drew again. It left behind too much evidence.

Lynda Barry

7e08171

Twinkle twinkle little star. You are nothing. You've been dead for a thousand years...

Lynda Barry

7f7615f

are memories pictures or the secret doorway?

Lynda Barry

976e379

but paper and ink have conjuring abilities of their own. arrangements of lines and shapes, of letters and words on a series of pages make a world we can dwell and travel in.

Lynda Barry

af4db86

What is an idea made of? Of future, past and also meanwhile.

Lynda Barry

0417a50

Then how can you ever know about the beautiful goodness of Mud? How bad it wants to be things. How bad it wants to get on your legs and arms and take your footprints and handprints and how bad it wants you to make it alive! Mud is always ready to play with you. Seriously you should try it!

Lynda Barry

341d353

Same circus, different clowns, and without a doubt I'm one of them.

Lynda Barry

b4bee37

In health we're doing the digestive system. We each got assigned a topic for an oral report. I got the small intestine. I swear to god I hate my life.

Lynda Barry

b1e97ea

As I enter the small intestine I get squeezed by muscles. Its dark and the walls look like slimey crushed velvet theres pancreas juice on me help me I am disintigrating.

Lynda Barry

142cd80

Maybonne said "Just because someone has lace-up hip huggers does not mean they can control the world". Then Magreet let her wear those pants. When my aunt saw them on her she shouted "Are you trying to kill me?!"

ruling-the-world

Lynda Barry

994cc1e

Dear Blubbo, How is it going? It is fine here. My sisters are fine. Mom is usual. Everything is regular in life except I am still seeing the burning skull heads. Yesterday Mom took me to Sears for school clothes. I told my sisters I could see the people's head bones. They said DO NOT tell Mom. A guy moved a trailer onto the empty lot by our house. His skull is spectacular, many colors glowing.

school-clothes skull-heads

Lynda Barry

9636d57

Something can only become an illusion after disillusionment. Before that, it is something real.

lynda-barry disillusionment illusions childhood

Lynda Barry

abe3890

On my honor I will do my best to do my duty to god and my country but it might not be the same god as the god of the church and I might not be digging on the message of the president because the windmills of his mind are cracked on a lot of subjects concerning people.

Lynda Barry

434cb0f

You may be a lady but your are still the man!

Lynda Barry

d16cb2a

Mr. Harmong is the cheapest chintziest most pig-lipped tightwad skanked-out lardo king landlord of all time.

Lynda Barry

aaff68b

The histories of vampires and people are not so different, really. How many of us can honestly see our own reflection?

Lynda Barry

c35112a

i didn't know there were different lines of aliveness, and two worlds contained by each other.

Lynda Barry

35de6f6

Playing and fun are not the same thing, though when we grow up we may forget that and find ourselves mixing up playing with happiness. There can be a kind of amnesia about the seriousness of playing, especially when we played by ourselves or looked like we were playing by ourselves. I believe a kid who is playing is not alone. There is something brought alive during play, and this something, when played, seems to play back. If playing isn't..

Lynda Barry

01acab7

Above me soft footsteps, the sound through the ceiling of a teenager haunted by a door to the night. My cousin Maybonne lights up a Salem, blows ghosts to the darkness, be it ever so humble, there's no place like home.

Lynda Barry

4d5360d

Like say if the mom and dad of god said he could never get dirty. There would be no world!

Lynda Barry

4c1704e

The thing i call 'my mind' seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn't really know its tenants.

Lynda Barry

b3d2365

No, she answered, "one is of tin, and one of straw; one is a girl and another a Lion. None of them is fit to work, so you may tear them into small pieces."

Lynda Barry