Minimalist Iota Playing Cards by Joe Doucet



this lady danced for all eternity

literally, mother nature.

I don’t care if I’ve already reblogged this.

Shipment of Volkswagen Beetles parked by color at the port of Portland, 1965
This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important. Gary Provost (via ravenouswombats)

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Silver Moon Wanderer

Pepsi + Sex.