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Consider that what I am doing might be regarded as donating thoughts.

Algernon Webb,  A Speculative Autobiography.

In his various manuscripts, Winslow was determined to eradicate any and all stray marks.

Christine Rubb,  The Awful Puzzle.

Karl spent the afternoon concocting odd phrases.  His best effort: “looking at the mirror as an object.”

Giles Coxe-Coburn,  Tooth and Claw.

The pun pushes us always back to the source phrase.  Back to the mystery of those words.

Bradford Kinsella,  The Resurrection of Language.

Eileen was throwing rocks again.  And dirt clods.  And I thought to myself:  Okay, I’ll dodge her stupid projectiles.

Charles Jeffrey Yett,  Writing in Miniature—Vol. Three.

We stood there in the spreading darkness.  How thoughtless of the sun to set.

Trent Bendix,  Patricia Knows Best.

A theory of contemporary culture: the spread of shamelessness.

Royce Michaels,  The Kingdom of Ice.

Schopenhauer had been carrying on about “our dishonest visions of order”.  Thinking of modernist art, I added “and of disorder“.

Godfrey Daniel,  Inspecting the Time Domain.

[What do we call] the belief that science will prove to be true whatever we want to be true?

Evelyn Harbuckle,   The Signs of Belonging.

“I live like a hermit,” declared Hauptmann.  “I’m like a neighborhood drunk, but without the drinking.”

Rubina Malcolm,  The Black Box.