notes from a journal/how to kill time

can't seem to get things started at work so I am taking a break. Here are some sketches/notes/thoughts from my writing journal.

A woman goes missing. Her car is found near a popular suicide spot but her body is never found. There are multiple sightings but no confirmed encounters.

A doctor falls in love with an anesthetized patient while operating on him. Feels he will never touch another person as intimately again.

A girl believes that as long as she doesn't open the Christmas present from her grandfather, he will never die.

A fish falls in love with the moon and it is caught on a silver lure.

A package never arrives.
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"The world is not beautiful, therefore it is."
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You ever seen pictures from Hiroshima, Nagasaki, people burnt, in pain. Terrible images. One picture, forever on display in a dark hallway of my mind: steps, a black smudge resolving itself into the outline of a man. A person incinerated, only his shadow left behind, burnt into the stone.

"We are the light of the fucking world. U.S.A! U.S.A! If we're so god damned awful, why are there so many fuckers killing themselves to get here?"

The brightest lights cast the darkest shadows.
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Outside
the birds chirp
they sound like lasers
I gather information
like I am building a wall
but all it is
is throwing cutlery
at a home invader
you won't stop them
but you might
draw blood
ultimately
you just piss them off.
Outside the car
the soft static of rain
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my grandma cut cantaloupe
and sat down in the pale
yellow kitchen
when she looked up
she didn't know herself
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The immigrant experience of Army brats. Some people grow up in a different country. I grew up on another planet - a new world. There were no fathers in this world. Just grown faceless men - square jawed, buzz cut, sharp edged intermittent others. There was a lawlessness particular to groups of inadequately supervised children. We did what we wanted and we didn't have to be home before dark. There was physically no way we could stray too far.
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"The term 'beasts' belongs properly to lions, leopards and tigers, wolves and foxes, dogs and monkeys, and all others (except snakes) which rage by mouth or with claws. They are called 'beasts' from the force with which they rage; and they are termed 'wild' because they are by nature used to freedom and they are motivated by their own free will. They do indeed have freedom of will and they wander here and there, going as their spirit leads them." - Peterborough Bestiary
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I am small and soft, flesh and blood
and his heart is an axe
that strikes to the core of me