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put together, collection, sometimes a mix. sometimes it's heterogenous or homogenous. you can blend some things but can't blend other things so they awkwardly float around, forced into an environment where they can't blend, can't stand, sometimes. when that happens, they need to break down to combine. guess sometimes two heads aren't better than one.

completely understand, gather from my own experiences and re-feel the emotion. from those experiences to emphatically connect with the person.

stacks and stacks of books. piles of them everywhere, lumped together in some particular order. "how can you find anything in here?" she exclaimed, nearly toppling a precariously leaning tower of geology books.

hugged. welcomed. somewhere between tolerate and love. open arms. not only refers to hugs, but policies, cultures, ideas...

rise

bread rises. hopefully my grade will rise. to go up, but not shoot up. slowly but surely. elevate steadily

a coat of color that covers a surface. when something is painted, it tries to look prettier, more vivid. makeup, house painting, paintings. weird that the word "pain" is in it. does it hide pain?

plaid

basically a bunch of stripes in different gradients of the same color... like flannels. they're really warm... wait i'm wearing one.

radio

video killed the radio star... FDR on the radio... Anne Frank and her family listening to the radio... Marji in Persepolis, listening to the BBC because they couldn't trust the national one... radio seems to be a sign of hope, but it's so cold and emotionless.

limo

ridin in a limo.... i bet there's some song out there about riding and partying in a limo. what's so great bout it anyway? it's just like a reaaaally long car. with nice seats. unless there's a hummer limo. I actually rode it once, and it was strangely exciting. but maybe that's because of all the pre-ride hype.

dora! backpack, backpack... that familiar tune. like annoying little jingles that get stuck in your head. I wonder how much you'd earn if you made up one of those jingles. Is it hard? It's like forcing yourself to be creative.

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