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...she walked in through the out door.
dalaruan
dalaruan
cracked kettle

My reservoir of words, metaphors, associations and quotes is rusty. I have to make manual exercises like a bored piano student. Maybe to write pastiches like Proust? I want to surmount Pandora's box of quotes and stereotyped metaphors. I never admired the Originalgenies but my disgust emanates from envy.

The human language is like a cracked kettle on which we beat out a tune for a dancing bear, when we hope with our music to move the stars.

Flaubert, Madame Bovary 

Lust - Munich 2005

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