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Comparing Five Sources by Phrases

Order:
G: George
V: 128 Vignettes
L: All Notes New for Publish
M: 2024 serials
P: Journal
Reason:
G: Extreme “Show, Don’t Tell”
V: Technical Study
L: Written by Many Other Authors
M: “Self-Rational Conviction”
P: Primary
1:
G: released the yawn into his musty hand
V: splintered the wall with a puff of dust
L: thick woolly clouds
M: The next day, Witchman and two other healers joined the adventurers’ frontal assault.
P: I’ve created a slice of the world as much as I’ve created my own whole.
2:
G: rakish clouds
V: The machete man
L: dune-tops
M: His sole peers in this were the adventurers.
P: a buoy in an ecologically fitted but ultimately rageful sea as opposed to a self-rationally expanding empire.
3:
G: inlaid with mother-of-pearl enchanted to slow its melting
V: banging like a thunderous roar
L: flimsy mud-houses and reed-huts
M: He exploded with a ray of glory, his hand a mighty fist that established greatness upon the earth.
P: Instead of this surface-routine-but-truly-accumulative-and-conscious-every-moment-but-never-anticipative-but-fully-become-estrangedly-from-previous, the 48,000 words in 20 days is someone sitting down.
4:
G: packing like split slate
V: Once he was hitting the same groove, cracks formed.
L: covered with a dirty cloth
M: This was the second facet of this city that Matthew had yet to engage in—civil life with magic—the first being adventurers.
P: This clarity I currently wield is rightfully grandiose, the click of clicks.
5:
G: said a third, gaze affixed on the overcoat and strengthened thighs cleaving past
V: skirting along darkened puddles and beaten mud
L: a tall stout fellow as black as a coal
M: To give one possible explanation, the kindness that Matthew had extended to others returned to him.
P: Everything pressing, pressuring, and dissonant has all but become just sleep-consolidated past things.
6:
G: a stone she had taken from a sunken pond south of the camp, near where the stream cut off and diverged into a gouge between a detached canopy of four mature trees
V: Despite his genteel speech, he said it rapidly.  
L: The dissolving rain, the sand-bearing winds, the earth-splitting sun conspired to obliterate all 
M: But if he was going to be evil, he’d rather admit it, unlike those disgusting hypocrites.
P: Eben Goodale’s Mixed Species is an example of a book that should feel like a chore, I imagine, but just feels like world-building literature, like someone said, “Yo, check out my cool invented world!”
7:
G: trickling past the snaggy wet tangles and mud slips
V: “Just a little bit more, Mr. Merrick. You still have my card with you, right? Whatever happens, have them call for me again.”
L: At the foot of the steps that lead up to the coffee-room of the “Aquila d’oro,”
M: He grabbed his throat and held it tight. “I’m… I’m just a man, right?”
P: this is very much a statement of ego as much as the Tower of Babel with all its bricks was
8:
G: Paths had yet to cut through all manner of bosk and copse, that growing ledger of strangulation.
V: From within his hood, through the eye holes, he peeked at the black river of blurs all around him amid the towering giants of granite and plate-glass windows veiled by a freezing war-like haze.
L: little chambers like rooms in a barrack
M: The coffee cups clinked together, breaking his imagination. 
P: as well as impressionisms, hyperspecifics, micro-sensations, micro-textures, micro-gestures, and micro-actions
9:
G: A brief walk away, in the woods, a little brook watered a hollow.
V: The man beside him swiveled his head as he strode in that dark coat, vest, and shirt.
L: fantastic caps on their heads
M: Speaking of classes, he remembered the tanner from City of Power and decided that he would visit him a month from now.
P: acknowledging myself as the grave-dancer, the “my methodology,” owner of this LitRPG perk.
10:
G: While clerks hogged the blank papers and books for the number, any actual bulletins came in cross-camp shouts started by the officers.
V: Then he went to the parking before riding the elevator upstairs to meet them.
L: a collection of negroes, and characters of the worst grade.
M: Moreover, by the use of natural obstacles and terrain contours, this formation naturally created chokepoints
P: Everything I said about hyper-containment is true.
11:
G: The sooner wagons seamlessly rolled, the faster sacks traveled and the less people struck off with their bodies all twiggy and clammy.
V: “Holy unc.”
L: a worker in ivory and tortoise shell
M: He would become the epitome of grace and beauty when he was just a regular man.
P: Travel is a unit in my toolkit.
12:
G: The soft drum and tinkle of white rain milling the massive sky of the jungle
V: “We did carries.”
L: undertook to flog me
M: His questionable methods could be compared to a man forcing himself to take up a new hobby
P: I stamp on you with the utterest disrespect you give the devilest of devils.
13:
G: Warm faces, lowered tones, next-morning breakfasts in the coffee-room
V: the force of his hug drove dust off Lunn’s body.
L: the corporation ordered a long row of wooden buildings
M: Vignettes of focused thought emerged preferentially after a sequence of rounds monopolized by vividness, entrenched action, and internal asynchrony.
P: a crucial divergence from bookification
14:
G: The beat of vast everyday feet vibrated everything, the hand warring for fixture.
V: Here, inbound russet-outfitted passengers from the morning flight crowded the plaza with a diversity of faces. 
L: Coal as fuel was scarcely known
M: When viewed from a more rational lens, monitoring the goblins’s wellbeing and perfomance synchronously promoted an approach of linear growth, assuming an optimal vacuum. 
P: The Tide speaks of lucidity in single-panel-stacked–structured ongoing-apocalypse separated by the widest empty white spaces above and below
15:
G: Closed-lip hums with changing tones from reading each line punctuated the lull of flipping parchment around with knuckles red from hauling sacks.
V: his features hardened each time something snagged his gaze
L: Rough quarries, rocks, and hills, whose heads touch heaven
M: his eyes dark with exhaustion and an overwhelming sense of disorientation
P: You don’t throw a panel at someone. It doesn’t have grabbable edges. It’s not “ideologize.”
16:
G: he slumped down with a rattling thud and a few whispery scuffs as he shifted in his seat
V: “Right!” He lifted off the ground and launched to the skies, disappearing above the clouds. The woman caught up.
L: voluntarily taking up a stone, and breaking an earthen vessel belonging to an old lady
M: Even with a network of his own, it was still localized within a tiny adventurer sphere.
P: That is an actual book, but there is a sustained posture in there
17:
G: Humming greenery sprouted from a sidewalk behind housetops. 
V: The man swayed his ancient cream-yellow sleeves. 
L: Closer, I could see the high flames wagging all in a row
M: The zooming sounds of battle flowed through the air, as if smacking all the raised cheering hands in the tournament dome.
P: but only as much as one’s spirit vivified the avatar
18:
G: Across the hall, someone blew her nose before dipping her quill in one of many inkwells in a carousel, ribbon-bound letters mounded on her left.
V: She resolved into a blue-dressed figure with a gigantic ball chain that passed through objects. 
L: From a distance you can’t see asparagus plants, buty if you very close you see the spikes – no flowers, no leaves
M: At the dungeon, Matthew stared at several goblins.
P: entering uninterrupted self-forgetting functional (SFF) flow-states and experiencing end-of-the-day SFF relief and satisfaction
19:
G: bouncing the tendrils that framed her face.
V: He relaxed his shoulders and sighed.
L: The fields are as flat and smooth as a parking lot
M: He would not laugh when the bough broke.
P: God-summoning at the aged, weathered altar.
20:
G: A plate clinked on someone’s table, half a serving of smoky pork and starchy root vegetable chunks still left on it, striped in somewhat smeared sauce.
V: When the look in his eyes finally settled, he rippled his fingers and jabbed one finger into the sphere.
L: His face corded with thick veins.
M: However mundane his world was, his ideals would eventually penetrate the hexagonal barrier fabric sphere of magic, control, power, and longer society.
P: “For stylistic effect” at the sentence level can never exist without a framework, and it can never be airtight without driving force.
21:
G: His muscly feet lay in a sturdy pair of cracked sandals with peeled edges.
V: The gusts whipped the grasses and tore along the ground, making grooves.
L: to spend in the attic and cut out an interminable train of paper dolls which they dressed
M: It would involve staging an attack at a dungeon—a typical day.
P: but not the story beyond set dressing for the reason of demonstrating an overarching body of the finest “bud-nipped” sentences.
22:
G: She spread her fingers wide to check for dirt, pinched her trousers smooth and aligned, and brushed a mosquito off her clean pink sleeve.
V: The dot’s low buzz crescendoed into a monstrous roar, and it grew ten times its size.
L: The high point had been left because it was impossible to plough.
M: He broke the whip that kept his presence hindered, flowing through and through.
P: creates new surface area, more jungle, more chaos, more pressure, more death (ego death) and renewal, more thrownnesses, more somethinging
23:
G: The hearty, funky smell like wood and tea weighed down the air
V: The echo of his voice soon died down.
L: I should have worn my hat – bugs chased into my hair.
M: He made the three adventurer-bandits meaningless before his eyes again
P: If I called Mark vocabularied (in some informal way), I must still recognize it is the quintessential bunch of words that actually progresses somethingness
24:
G: a houseful of people brought posts, sacks, boards, and tables
V: a primeval-garbed sun-eyed figure floated in the skies
L: boots were loose on my feet and made a slopping sound.
M: The travelers retreated a short distance to deny further deterioration over the battle
P: It’s closer to a simulation under jungle conditions, parameters, and all
25:
G: her momentum kicking up a draft past an upholstered chair
V: Sometimes, he caught a whiff of floral scents
L: as it grew rhythmic it calmed the moonlit hills and lulled us to sleep
M: He kicked up a dust cloud to obscure vision temporarily
P: Writing is me designing the standard.
26:
G: Along this lowland stretch, some threadbare patches ran along creepers and tall grasses on one side
V: On the causeway along the verge of the babbling canal, the local stood. 
L: peepers, the little slippery frogs, shiny as fish lures, that made such a warbling
M: He noticed several other humans coming his way, so he dragged the body into the doom of the darkness
P: Each dirt gains validity in godhood.
27:
G: The whiff of goblins rotted in the back—their tiniest remains in a wagon on their loot.
V: Matt smiled, his eyes piercing through Rob. 
L: I stuck to the path with my arms in front of my face to keep the branches away.
M: He wanted to understand their mindsets, having low information on the perspective of children and what they would inevitably grow up to be years from now.
P: in every crutchless strangling moment, a banner not the inspiration for falling asleep, counted by dirt-soaked bludgeoning punch rather.
28:
G: Around him, whiskered sacks lay open, with a tumble of sweet windfallen mangoes tapering out.
V: Tears streaming down his face, the boy crawled in place, stumbling to get on his knees, caterwauling.
L: cat was sleeping on the floor like a tipped-over roller skate.
M: This was Mark’s more mature, strategic mindset.
P:  It is undoable because you can’t undo the Roman Empire, not as a historical precedent, not even as haunting, but as activity.
29:
G: One goblin smashed the ground in a spatter of red.
V: God, smite this man. The boy’s mind whirred, chugging, sputtering, bursting, spilling. 
L: A sea of early dock grew wild along the clay road, standing in waist-high clusters
M: a spy could sabotage and gather information to send to an enemy
P: Keep strangling. Spill your blood on the color-triadic standard.
30:
G: Bark-shouts flushed down the rocky, leafy, muddy slope, and arrows dug deep into the goblin’s skin.
V: Angelo’s glassy eyes met theirs, blood leaking down his mouth. He lay jerking.
L:  the piper slackens for very want of breath, and gradually follows a certain tune again
M: If he wanted to break objectives like this community to destroy the city, he needed knowledge and power. 
P: They’re very much a home-sized bulk in itself as they are an injection of world-shattering knowledge.
31:
G: Its mouth bulged with its clenching, aching teeth.
V: A honeyed scent tickled his nose.
L: low sandy testaceous ridge along the river side was but narrow
M: he prepared his fist for the boiling intensity.
P: feel your teeth stinging in the tacky spires formed over your gums in each crunch of the teeth.
32:
G: a faint blue-green etched against the reflected spotty blue haze of the sky
V:  the gentle glow on the wooden porch
L: a narrow strip of high shelly bank, on the west side
M: Seventh, the dream-maker and the guilt-keeper’s deaths 
P: a pitch-nothing statement full of logic taking place on Plato’s cave wall
33:
G: Out of the thick of the gang, the spectacled goblin crystallized as it made its way to the side of the stream. 
V: smile bloomed warmly in that wrinkled, aged, well-carved face.
L: each plant is securely fastened to the bottom of the box
M: they were enforceable because the gods were watching
P: through clean function the way black coffee slides without dirtying your tongue
34:
G: the water-rushed foam when the goblins fished the tools out
V: Jeffrey looked aside with a finger on his chin. 
L: It was an old, fragrant, dreamy place, reaching far down from the back of the house
M: They were immediate responses to oncoming death.
P: without any of the social craziness attached to the whole mystical yap-circulated practice that is writing
35:
G: tuft-lipped meanders and ragged river knees with high, smooth stone walls
V: He stalked forward along the hill.
L: a smooth yellow-brown line, between wide margins of grass, flecked with daisies and white clover
M: Unknowningly, Mark was taking hits from various areas, but how could he know?
P: The flow is the reality-caged mind casting itself upon a bunch of words that throw it all into scenic meaning.
36:
G: Moss vines streaked the damp crag, with slight coils.
V: The weight of a moving truck whooshed in front of Jeffrey
L: On the long kitchen table twelve big golden-brown loaves cooled
M: Because they looked more reasonable and proper-placed than the adventurers
P: (i.e., mid-corrections, preventative, cancelling, reacting, responding—proactive destruction, the debris of which is multipled control surface area)
37:
G: Mud crust amid thin-bladed grasses and ferns rubbed occasionally against the feet of those in sandals or clogs.
V: In the end, he went outside on his own, winding up among the street-folk.
L: And earnest little Lillie, eyes suddenly brimming, planted a kiss on Raquel’s cheek.
M: He didn’t want to spent too much time with such problematic people since his late father used to be one of them and Sophia Strong probably as well.
P: It feels like there’s a god toppled, and now, I’m left to wander and pick up the pieces.
38:
G: Their decaying organic sludge mired the ground below them and hardened with the scorch-crusted mud, cementing into the path.
V: In ten minutes, he began breathing audibly. At the end of thirty, he let out a long exasperated sigh.
L: There was a long yellow envelope awaiting Raquel when she and Anne set down their bags three mornings later in the great hall at The Towers, a night message from Dad.
M: They were often very rowdy and rough-mouthed with their vulgar wording.
P: I’ve gone far enough that the words barely stick. They slide off. I’ve removed my burdens, and I’ve become.
39:
G: The occasional thud and clack of footwear against small quartz stones, iron stone gravel, and fragments of ferruginous stone filled this great nest of greenery.
V: Knowing the general direction, they drove along a trail with soft, springy turf, leaving the lee of the jungle behind, and ahead and all around was just a vast, flat, and empty lea.
L: Smiling her prettiest and edging her horse closer to Raquel’s, she waited for an introduction to the attractive strangers.
M: Even if he was aware of the [Forums], he preferred allocating his precious time toward tried-and-true methods of investigation—that of firsthand experience.
P: from it, I morph and discharge fleshy, craggy, gunky writings from my mouth at attaining the text editor.
40:
G: descended a staircase that sprouted into a jungle glade embossomed just outside an open, surface cave.
V: And now, he was here. A sardonic smile festooned his lips. Why?
L: a gothic cathedral, with narrow sloping buttresses covered with a smooth turf of the liveliest verdure
M: “The queen?” Mark asked, finally finding a potential well of information.
P:  I close my eyes when entering the deep water of the urban swallow-up (the crowd)
41:
G: Thickets that had once smothered them tipped over the edge of the visible distance.
V: After burning the camp, they blustered toward the wrecked smoke-wafted gate in the distance.
L: We bore around the point towards the old anchoring-ground of the hide ships
M: Mark repeated his slow nod and particular smile to make sure that it looked more like a mannerism 
P: the way a cow learns to climb once the terrain changes a little and the way to the milk bucket requires a new pattern or distribution of muscular weight across the whole maneuver of ascending the slope or scattering of bumps in the way
42:
G: Around the doodle-charted plain of tent tops, Elene sprinted, the billowing wind at her back, the humid air scented with broth. 
V: In front of them was a platform slab levitating over the marsh and overlooking the crowd.
L: tiny visible patch of cloudy sky was framed by a riot of pink, red and green
M: This served as a buffer for his next attack—he asked if she could tell him where the latrines were.
P: The left-right-up-down linearity of words (and numbers, 3-min headphoned 3D-simulating music, history, car-driving, and chronology) should never be allowed to linearize the brain.
43:
G: Well before the fight, they had been shuttling to town, carrying back the clink of empty flasks and used cleaning and repairing tools, and bringing the nourishment of fresh food and the overwhelming cornucopia of apothecary ingredients like hillwort and horehound to camp.
V: His brown-trousered, blue-jacketed, wooden-sandaled body with rumpled black hair waded through, the sun-speared tops of the forest around him contrasting its dark-green undersides, where grasses, ferns, and shrubs and other understory features flourished.
L: how the dew-drops twinkle and play upon the sight, trembling on the tips of the lucid, green savanna, sparkling as the gem that flames on the turban of the eastern prince.
M:  It was a vulnerable city in which political control was directly related to the speed with which needs could be met—fighting fires, paving streets, constructing fire-proof buildings, controlling “undesirable” social and criminal elements
P: If you imagine your eyes like speakers, then those who only go along an elevated highway or go to the same third place again and again to no end will find the visual data being concentrated around those places.
44:
G: She cupped his face and stroked it, smudging her nails in the blood that streaked it.
V: a strong perfume scent trailing off her that ran down to Batangas Bay.
L: “C-Clowey?” he asked, taking a backstep, then a sidestep, then a slow turn of the head
M: which projected into the lake, and formed one point of the crescent that partly surrounded the vast grotto or bason
P: I feel it like embedding, like my soul is struck into it, and frozen in the impact, like sludge rapidly frozen at the moment of collision.
45:
G: He rolled his lips together, sucked in air, and smacked them open, making sounds like bubble pops.
V: Robyn pressed his blue cotton jacket sleeve against his damp forehead, putting his thick-rimmed glasses on again. 
L: then the path descends to a wet bay-gale; the ground a hard, fine, white sand, covered with black slush, which continues above two miles, 
M: The basis that supplemented her strikes were useful, keeping her focus sharp and her emotions intact.
P: to see how blankness there means identity out on an ignorance-shedding post-completion hike.
46
G: As they settled, rumbles gradually vibrated the tavern, starting as hisses and developing into a sea of drumming clatter, which the faintest, traveling thunder interspersed.
V: In a large bird-swirled island, as soon as a footsore red-garbed burly man slumped forward around a seaward wall, a cloth-wrapped silver-wand jutted out from the bushes. 
L: After passing over this extensive, level, hard, wet savanna, we crossed a fine brook or rivulet; the water cool and pleasant; its banks adorned with varieties of trees and shrubs
M: When the older man noticed him and Matthew could tell from his peripheral view, the man didn’t budge from his seat, only adjusting himself and continuing to focus on a book he was reading.
P: So the reason of equal weight is that once you do break-step and you apply the same to philosophical texts, then you argument-unmake the way it should be
47:
G: The group changed out of their blood-fouled clothes, sniffed fresh, sweet ones pressed flat against their noses, and took turns putting them on behind the thickest stalagmite.
V: A woman with a thick, mottled, rust-textured mask, a red coat, and a purple tunic, Joyce stumbled over.
L: who leans back as my sister bustles forward, take a fresh sheet of paper, examines the point of his pastel crayon
M: since the death of Sophia and his exploration of the city of Power, the second city that he encountered in this world, among every other experience.
P: By the time I’ve killed someone with Fang Yuan Gus, I will have held the state without anything else, holding the function, the result, and the contemplation.
48:
G: A jagged human laugh broke out, then a din of them.
V: Her eyes travelled the olive walls and stopped at the jalousie window
L: still as a block, a smile stuck on my face, my eyes wide open
M: He moved and moved, striking the beast upon its head.
P:  If a leaf kills a man, then how can I say I have not done the same?
49:
G: Another gush of smoke crept up into the air, and worn-nailed green hands freed swords from pitted scabbards.
V: She clattered the green-handled scissors on the colorless folding table beside her.
L: The man beside her would make all these possible. He was kind and gentle if a bit rough-hewn around the social edges.
M: Passing through the gate, he saw the mountain in the distance. “This place is so small.”
P: individual, moment-by-moment, close-quarters level where the head is seized and forcefully struck against the pavement.
50:
G:  Their train of torches rolled down inside as dark titans rode along the ceiling.
V: His feet striking the concrete, he skirted about, hopping over the wide puddles covering the sidewalk dips.
L: Its parlor featured carved rosewood furniture, wall-to-wall carpeting to match the brocoded upholstery and curtains
M: In short, feeling truly seen and understood made all the difference, even from unexpected sources.
P: a graveyard of one-time-uses and in-house scaffolds, solutions, orchestrations, and engineering
51:
G: Sella sank her elbows into the table, holding her lopsided head in one hand.
V: He coughed into the fabric, the mushy damp musty smell invading his nostrils.
L: patterned tea-coloured sarongs, each adorned with a single brilliant red hibiscus flower
M: Goblins never screamed in his life. They didn’t need to, and he didn’t need to hear them.
P:  If one does, they have denied their leafage, that bus-yellowness or leaf-greenness of them.
52:
G: George’s gaze bore down into the table surface.
V: His thoughts began to whir into motion.
L: In this sheltered spot it stood snug and warm.
M: Why did he go to battles and tear out goblin flesh with a spear?
P: A nervous breakdown is a meaning-making exercise
53:
G: squinting and brushing the side of her hand across her mouth.
V: As for the rest, he threw them into a single large container
L: laid her head with its white undercap on the pillow again
M: He smirked, readying himself for physical massacring.
P: The medium’s the same, but the person behind it is alien.
54:
G: Around midnight, they wrapped it up and went home, slumping into their beds.
V: Laying a hand on the rim of the container, he rippled his fingers, edging them around the rim.
L: apartments with ugly sparkles at the front and dead leaves in the pool
M: He remembered something, running all the way to a certain cottage.
P: I’ve barely budged, but I’m sculpting my forms (bodyparts).
55:
G: The older man gently handled it and hummed while rotating it. “I have one.”
V: At the end, he watched. Rain dripped at first before shaking the earth.
L: crossed her arms and pulled her dress over her head, kicked off her high heels
M: He realized that his priorities would shift toward analyzing his stats and his skills and how he could use them.
P: This is all about making myself as hittable as possible—turning myself into a smashable target.
56:
G: When he showed the sprig to her, she jabbed her finger at it and the log and stomped her feet into the exposed dirt. 
V: He exposed his gun, firing at the startled figures. He snarled as he pressed the trigger repeatedly
L: someone appeared at our door, stinking of a crude perfume made from the bitter aloes of the desert
M: The more he invested into destroying his old self, the more smoother he would integrate into this world.
P: To summarize a previous series of points, a concept is crucially a percept.
57:
G: Six lone goblin corpses dotted the stretch behind them.
V: In the attacker’s hands, a green ball of magic swished and spasmed. 
L: His old mill at Steamboat has been burnt since he left.
M: He tried to let them into his mind, but he could only express his awe.
P: a Lain Iwakura–world of lower-pitched mouse clicks
58:
G: The older man gently handled it and hummed while rotating it.
V: the guards dashed out of the way of falling rocks.
L: Nicholas let the gem-encrusted crown rest on his head for a moment.
M: The light sky bounced across a wave of generations spanning the world
P: When you really integrate far-lying, far-thrown parts together, it’s so strange.
59:
G: From underneath, his daughter’s head popped out as she rolled on the floor.
V: The attacker’s next barrage left behind streaks of mana vapor along the street.
L: Then came the sound of carriage wheels, mingled with the clatter of hoofs.
M: He smiled, suppressing a brief smirk, then adopting an analytical demeanor.
P: Arrogance gargles best when enabled by a God holding the knob.
60:
G: George puked, spittle clammily prickling below his mouth.
V: The blood soon stopped splashing, pooling along the ground. 
L: dances on, high kicking into Offenbach, singing in a Scottish accent
M: He would stun-lock anyone who would get in his way.
P: External things themselves are dead, but consciousness stains.
61:
G: Sella dammed up her mouth with her hand, retched, then twisted herself from him.
V: The skyward volley slammed the ground, shattering in blasts of blue flame.
L: muddy waters of the river lapped and gurgled savagely around him.
M: This was his goal, and he would climb recklessly if he had to.
P: imperial–standard-bearing hinterland-footman dirt-under-the-nails.
62:
G: Breezes tossed through the tall branches, rolled off spreading trees, and crept into the tangle, some summiting the loftiest canopies.
V: Right where the arrows had stopped, a faint blue rippled across the translucent sphere surrounding the attacker. 
L: my legs were sunk in mud and water, so I yanked at the vines and pulled them over my head
M: He orchestrated the recent events and ended them all with a crystal-clear vision of what lay ahead.
P: I judged somethingness by self-containment rather than by pressure chamber initially.
63:
G: Wind-borne leaf cuts, deadwood, and chaff slid along the floor. 
V: Her eyes sweeping around the interior, she saw a myriad faces and expressions. 
L:  in this lying-down position the ditch water started ot leak into my boot tops.
M: But with time, his muscles tensed at irregular intervals around his body with growing speed.
P: It’d be great if this was me doing ju-justu and just saying this and casting a magic spell of “dis-identifying!”
64:
G:  A smile crawled along George’s face when his spear poked into one of the last heaving chests. 
V: The thick miasma of death suffused his voice in the form of muffled hoarseness.
L: The cry of a tormented man had come to the peaceful green mystery of the river
M: When Matthew glanced at him with concern, the man smiled and gave a thumbs-up.
P: Nevertheless, I am slamming the scrap of them against your face, beating you, bludgeoning.
65:
G: Another gush of smoke crept up into the air, and worn-nailed green hands freed swords from pitted scabbards.
V: When he returned home, he hauled the bodies of the goblins he had slain earlier and brought home in a lizard-drawn cart.
L: she put on her wooden shoes and groped her way, close to the wall of the house, in the direction of the beach.
M: However, he looked annoyed, immediately demonstrating how to make the umbrella again.
P: Once they’re inner-worlded, I will shank them with a novel I wrote ten years ago.
66:
G: When they gazed again, the crystals doodled on their poster glimmered on the ceiling.
V: He fixed a pair of cold eyes on the young half-naked goblin, taking from his overcoat a splash potion.
L: the wind squeezed screaming through the narrow opening of the door, which tried to pull itself out of Janne’s grip.
M: He noticed several items placed all around the inside of the shop, bearing symbols of their culture.
P: I damn them all by a [To Pimp A Butterfly–shaped] album, my Little Red Book. Ideologize. Grabbable edges.
67:
G: The passage expanded into a cavernous stretch, where azure dazzles flooded their bodies, piercing into their skins, leaving them stinging.
V: The beasts coated with it slowed down before collapsing, the wind carrying their pained, sleepy moans. 
L: The night was stifling hot and the garden heavy with the scent of frangipani and the stink of chlorine.
M: He struck hundreds of mad goblins and charged across them, imitating Zoey’s way of fighting.
P: Ultimately, sweat or being from a developing country is not its own pedigree or prestige.
68:
G: breaking against its edges as they inundated it with a draining slurp
V: Breathing glacially, I fastened my eyes on my dirtied nail. 
L: a great, gangling, bearded, soft-eyed man of forty-two years
M: And no one would blame him as long as he expressed his great destiny.
P: I was writing previously about new out-of-the-blue hyperspecifics (NOHs)
69:
G: Bags heaped on one corner, and legs in soft armor lay flat along the dirt that shelved gently into the grass-stippled sunken abyss.
V: The distance filled with high-pitched whines, bellows, and shouts, my vision slowing and dragging along.
L: An avenue of packed dust and scattered stones that leads out past the edge of town to where the wide, keelong graveyard overlooks the ocean. 
M: So he decided that the best thing to do now was to bring down the pinnacle of superiority. 
P: They are instead triggers to involuntary memory and, in the sense, infinite value.
70:
G: After leaving the heart of their cobbled, concrete city, the group filed along a dirt path that curved through the hills embosomed in high jungles.
V: Stepping behind a tree, he lowered to the ground, eyeballing the red pooling on his shoe. He jolted as a bullet pierced the trees. 
L: Railway tracks that stretch only a short distance from the base of a gorgeous high slant of glinting coal, toward an archway in the earth
M: Taking into account non-rational factors would fine-tune his systematic approach for the better, given that he himself was not an exclusively rational agent.
P: Emotionalize the Minecraft base, until it becomes a biography, like lettered manifesto.
71:
G:  Pink bougainvilleas jerked at the startle of a bird, loosening into a breeze-undulated sway.
V: The woman behind the counter with blood dripping from her forehead waved with fluttering fingers.
L:  rose slowly, an old man with wrinkled, red-rimmed, wet melancholy eyes, and welcomed Yakov without embarassment. 
M: This combination of intelligent and dumb was evident in almost every man, except the ideal of godhood.
P: I am arrogant not because I am divine, but because I die by a thrown book. I kill by the edges.
72:
G: “The Isles of Hubuhu!” it squealed, landed on a four-poster bed, and rumpled the bed-clothes on it.
V: He passed by them, stopping by a shop with broken windows. “Hello?” He smiled weakly.
L: twenty-five, slightly built, her torso long, with thick honey-colored hair that she wore loose around the shoulders
M: He shielded himself from the ruthlessness of his actions that when others saw him, they didn’t see him as such.
P: I have an infinite, “god-mode room in space” theater—the obliquest connections!—yet I can’t bring it with me.
73:
G: He sported pearly hair, a fixed blue-eyed stare, and black cheek marks like freckles with the sunken texture of shriveled fruits.
V: After he slid the large book onto the small book, its already split and loose hinge sheared. 
L: he and the fixer, she hobbling up after them, carried her father up the stairs into a large-roomed, well-furnished flat on the first floor
M: He said he was not running away, and many might share the same conclusion. But it depended on perspective really.
P: The obliquest thing in the universe, yet I was there to experience it, and I am still here to experience it again, on repeat.
74:
G: As they floated and lolloped past the group, people’s backs, faces, and luggage shimmered, the light going still for a moment then whooshing on in a downward arc.
V: With a thud, he rose to his feet and hesitantly padded outside, strolling along the sidewalk and then down the middle of the street, where several crowds were yelling and throwing molotovs.
L: not quite looking at him, her eyes lowered, then shifting to a direct glance. She stared at the sack of tools on his shoulder
M: His mental breakdowns were real, but there was some merit in thinking that he had adapted very efficiently all while orchestrating plans for his lucky break.
P: But if a word and a bus are leaves and they can will-to-power me, then I am also one. Everything I said about leaves mirrors me. I write as a bus is yellow and a leaf is green.
75:
G: Before them, the city formed a single light-strewn row: turreted shophouses built from timber, bamboo, and leaf thatches
V: He went to one of the toppled tables and stood it up, sitting down, one arm leaning over the backrest, the other over the table.
L: And Rose crept through the slide to the wide shelf on the other side, being too hurried and puzzled to go round by the door.
M: Matthew threw them, and some of the potions omitted smoke, while others exploded, creating a chaotic view for the bats.
P: I hope that shockwave that my hand sends into the ground totally commands utterly its own vehicles.
76:
G: While picking their way downhill, they clambered over, crouched under, and held onto the branchlets of a cliffside mango tree. 
V: In the foggy distance, a flash of light struck Sang’s eyes. He stabbed himself with a golden sword, blasting a burst of golden wind behind him.
L: Running down the long hall, she peeped out at both doors, but saw nothing feathered except a draggle-tailed chicken under a burdock leaf
M: But Zoey and Matthew loved this distance, using their javelins and blunderbuss to strike them down for good.
P:  In other words, the idea of cultivating the CND state is essentially like cutting yourself and pretending you’re truly bleeding.
77:
G: He stared at the circular bottom edge of one of the balustrades, where the mud speckled and trickled off into the lake.
V: His figure on that road in front of the parking lot zoomed out, making way for a wider vista of the flanking forest and city-covered landscape.
L: All the horrible stories we had heard of Indian cruelty flashed into our minds, and for a moment we were dumb with terror.
M: The goblins stared at him and then at each other before grabbing a crossbow and shooting at the deserter.
P: As such, integrity is itself integrous, yet it is also self-burningly rigorous and self-honest.
78:
G: From deeper down, distinct growls and grumbles splintered up through the walls.
V: As for the rest, he threw them into a single large container, watching them clatter to the bottom.
L: On every side, and at every hour of the day, we came up against the relentless limitations of pioneer life. 
M: A scream emerged. Several goblins went outside, seeing the marching wave of adventurers toward them.
P: but hammer-slamming and conquering and reacting to gaps formed by mundane severe embarrassments.
79:
G: Following a screeching rumble—crunches and livid clouds resounded and gusted from the darkness, their hair whipped up in the updraft.
V: Pebbles darted off the ground and slammed into their tonsils. Leaving late, a few more hurried up and squeezed into the little gaps remaining.
L: Behind our blankets, swaying in the night wind, I thought I saw the heads and pushing shoulders of animals and heard their padded footfalls.
M: No criticism would stop him now. He was everything he wanted to be. He stared at the person staring at him now.
P:  I conceded previously by saying that urgency was integrated into post-closure serenity and boredom
80:
G: From the hills, men slid down the slope, stumbled up, and flocked to the entrance. “Mark’s coming!”
V: Two days later, stroking his lower lip, he circled the people as they hung mid-air again. He paused every now and then to inspect a body part.
L: In the back of the wagon my mother had a box of little pigs, and during the afternoon these had broken loose and escaped into the woods.
M: The older man was reflecting on the past, and his nostalgic expression was probably the same one Matthew had right now.
P: The arrogance has been reduced to the goblin protagonist, named Blacknail, from The Iron Teeth: A Goblin’s Tale by ClearMadness—a story.
81:
G:  the other stopped at scored, pallid, towering double doors before opening into a rotunda ringed with potted plants, hooked sconces, and curved shelves.
V: Raising his arm, he bent the air around himself. Blasts of wind dragged the people and set them where he gestured.
L: I can still see a line of big Irishmen standing very straight and holding out their tongues for inspection.
M: Matthew passed by her, and this topic ended. After grabbing a drink for her, he sat down, gesturing her to sit down as well.
P: someone who writes thousands of words of compressed precise description actualizing what was just an sixteenth-idea (1/16th of an idea) in my head
82:
G: Shambling about under hanging palls of cherry-red dust, two women patrolled along a series of ashen vaulted archways bookended by a pair of tall black gridded gates.
V: Cigarette drooping from his lips, he drew a sigh. The previously screaming people overhead hung motionless
L: Its cost was five cents, and in view of that large expenditure, the eating of the fruit, I was afraid, would be too brief a joy.
M: To begin, the goblin stood in front of Matthew, whose face was sure and committed, his breath cycling without pause, and the blade he held thirsty for a syrupy strike.
P: As much as I make each entry only as much as it is, as quasi-delusionally (through intense self-neologized precision) self-contained as they are, I also:
83:
G: Everyone else sat still with hands on their laps, under their chins, or on the damp-trailed wooden tabletop, Elene among them.
V: At home, I balked in front of a yellow line. In the distance, several blue uniforms with unfriendly, middle-aged faces came looking at me.
L: Discovering that my tiny petticoats were in my way, my new friend had a little boy’s suit made for me
M: Meanwhile, the guilt-keeper was blocked and executed after she was discovered to be colluding with someone.
P: Every time you’re forced to answer who you are given every instance of your-‘fake-scraps,’ you concretize precision
84:
G: From the stone-pillared tavern, people from their group went out in twos and threes, stopping against the after-storm breeze.
V: Going back inside, I got my phone from the bedroom vanity desk before taking a wide-zoom picture of the vehicle and its plate number.
L: We were with five hundred emigrants on the lowest deck of the ship but one, and as the storm grew wilder an unreasoning terror filled our fellow-passengers.
M: He got the aid of various eyes, asking the goblins for their advice on how to keep this town secure.
P: completes that proto-form, like two sides of the same coin, the way I am the culminative history of I-am as the hiker/cafe-r (the “deather”).
85:
G: When she got within arm’s reach, she snapped toward the bush and hurled herself at the goblin inside, battering it limb by limb until all that was left was bone, flesh, and paste. 
V: The dirt gripping under my feet, I went to the back of the house, entered my car, and met the ambulance halfway, leaving the car in a nearby parking lot.
L:  These antiquated, simple and fragrant gardens of the first part of the last century were divided by clipped box into squares or parallellograms, diamonds and circles. 
M: Ultimately, the goblins did agree to help Mark, leaving him relieved. It was great having connections pay off. He couldn’t say the same for the people who had made connections out of him.
P: Self-possession is primarily an eroding act, one protruded from a decaying vestige, always one step in front of oneself the way everything meets the becoming.
86:
G: “Man, please make that goblin fucking stupid or something!” Rick said and steepled his hands as he left. He grabbed fatty skewered pork offered to him.
V: As they walked toward their family house, they heard what sounded like a soaring plane. They glanced before eying each other, barreling back out into the open air, the rain streaking down their faces.
L: following the early morning’s visit to the garden, when the huge basket was filled with the full-blown roses for the making of most excellent rose water, the favorite perfume of that time. 
M: The goblins lay defeated, while Brandon’s forces, which had kept their guard and disguise well-assimilated into their environment and pre-engagement preparations, were protected.
P: There’s a silence that speaks books upon books upon books, yet withholds everything in favor of momentary gesture, with the micro-things that imperceptibly collect and grow at your feet
87:
G: The somber, wet camp receded into grayish blues and violets like the wild-fruited trees.
V: His younger brother, Asher, hurried up, a rolled-up jacket over his shoulder, clutching three books of different sizes.
L: Do not crowd too many blossoms into one vase; do not join discordant colors; do not let the arrangements be too symmetrical, or too stiff. 
M: swerving past the trees like ghostly dark figures that did not touch the ground, crushing through the goblin forces; befalling them.
P: writings “incantations” to summon a self. A bunch of frenzied people dancing—heads going up and down—around a huge blazing campfire.
88:
G: The mid-morning heat bit into everyone under the sun and seeped through their bodies, exhausting their motions and sagging their stances. 
V: As he breathed with the constant hiss and patter of the rain, the water on the road in front of him rippled and swayed. 
L: For about two miles the road led us over hilly and broken ground within a few yards of the river side.
M: The pain in his wound was a burn, and he needed prompt assistance in getting over the severity of his wounds.
P: It’s just my work, not an internet-wide platform like Roblox, yet functionally, they’re both foundational
89:
G: The forty-four overcoat-clad members of her group, including her and George, rose to their feet, but each in their own time.
V: He briefly clasped a tree beside him, its wood shavings sticking to his hands and arms, blurring through the vines, trees, and shrubs.
L: About noon the weather became extremely sultry, not a breath of wind stirring, hazy or cloudy, with very heavy distant thunder, which was answered by the crocodiles
M: The healers administered various a combination of quick-acting alchemist potions and slow-acting spells to him, steadying his arm with a sling
P: You can simulate (i.e., condition [active verb], kill or put through [ego] death, throw into a jungle) and expand literature (put words together) anyhow.
90:
G: Sometimes, these birds’ calls sounded like raucous wails or distorted whimpers, stirring the heart with a hot rush of blood, even while blending into the jungle’s clattering thrum. 
V: The entirety of the world screamed at him, visions of the sphere screeching and clawing its way toward him. Roaring thunder struck at him, eroding him bit by bit. He let out a ghastly yell.
L: The river here is something more contracted within perpendicular banks; the land of an excellent quality, fertile, and producing prodigiously large timber and luxuriant herbage.
M: Matthew stood tall with arms outstretched to both sides, palms facing up, in a welcoming or embracing gesture. His head was held high and he gazed directly. His posture conveyed a sense of confidence and authority.
P:  It’s why dungeons feel truthful, because of argument unmaking which is mediated through elimination based on one’s life rather than arguments taken as they are and then finished as they are without that immediacy as every step.
91:
G: The mass of trees tempered the balminess and let out resinous warm smells and a sweeping murmur, interrupted only by laughing thrushes and chorusing parrots. 
V: Dashing along the street, she ran directly to the place of letters (a large brutalist structure)—the admin said her message was going to be sent first.
L: pleasant vista of grass betwixt the grove and the edge of the river bank, which afforded a very convenient, open, airy encamping place, under the protection of some spreading Oaks
M: Lumi’s relaxed, lazy demeanor with the side of her face resting against her right fist; her arms making two lying V shapes, her elbows pointing outward to the sides. “Yeah!”
P: It feels like the difference between stuffing reality in a box (argument made) vs. using a Gu as truth per step/word (argument unmade).
92:
G: The ring of cicadas pushed its way into the crevices of every ear, laying bare just how quiet tamed lands were in contrast.
V: By the time she finally padded up the stairs, two men in black suits stood in front of her before gently bringing her inside.
L: Rivers of sweat trickled through my hair, down my arms, my legs, and collected at the back of my knees.
M: Lumi pressed her lips together, shooing the cat with a stick she found on the floor. 
P: In that sense, there is no difference when argument is self-assumption-dissected and non-absorbed.
93:
G: Glittering white lines cut across the sky over the sun-deluged midden green.
V: But as she grasped it, a cacophony of laughter nearby made her jerk up and lose her grip. 
L: landing on the shores of a garden paradise, surrounded by waves and nodding pine trees.
M: The infinite fabric representing the adventurers glowed and continued to reform itself as well.
P: A memory can be reviewed many times by a consistent “uniting and integrating” as per articulation itself.
94:
G: Misty impressions crept up the spanning, crumbling horizon, forming huge smoky blocks. 
V: In front of her crept a train of people wanting to leave, snaking along the table aisles, blocking her path. 
L: Three sharp knocks on the door of the judge’s dais signaled the black-robed usher to open the court with the proclamation
M: The goblins saw the silence aroused to violent chaos, and their bodies were gripped by an almost spiritual necessity to depart.
P: It wasn’t “until they finally defeated their own need to intellectualize.” It was post-elimination clarity.
95:
G: The breeze chuckled over the tent tops behind them, whipping and molding them about. 
V: Before she could scour the tables for her target, an azure hood, a shaky man bumped into her.
L: His neckwear consisted of a starched wing collar and two plain white bands hanging down in front.
M: Eventually, the entrance of the dungeon made way for the whole shadow of over a hundred adventurers.
P: As soon as you meet the realism-complexities, or the Nicholases, and their tension with Roblox games
96:
G: Someone clip-clopped onto the wagon to receive and load the cargo.
V: Taking a deep breath, she widened her stance and strode inside. 
L: White teeth were quickly bared and unbared in the black, cold-puckered face
M: This was idealism at its core, turning ideas into things forethought to be impossible.
P: I am that, even as I am the consecution of alien selves over time.
97:
G: He tied the guppy to a rope and swung it around in vigorous swirls.
V: The human gasped, his lower lip briefly attacked by a quiver.
L: In these ovens they bake their sandy bread, and simmer their unsieved goat’s milk.
M: So he sat there like a man without breath or soul.
P: precision of terms for the purpose of self-defeat.
98:
G: Geasi strode up, swishing her cloak-collared overcoat with a starchy crack.
V: The goblin, staring, slowly turned around and raised a fist palm-up.
L: The barking of fierce dogs drowned the peculiar tones of the Oracle this time
M: He danced through them, phasing through their souls and collecting them overtime.
P: It’s like an itch that never subsides but also never becomes customary.
99:
G: Elene scrunched her brows inward and flared her nostrils, deep wrinkles forming in her face, a bit of teeth showing, jaw stiff and almost veiny. 
V: Its deep-cut leaves tufted over the soft mud, and in places, whorls of pink flowers rose from its stem. It blew sideways at a beast’s last breath.
L: In the morning were were awoke by their hawking and spitting, and beginning to talk as insipidly and disgustingly as ever.
M: He slashed them again and again like a child waving a stick. The ghost blade did most of the effort.
P: It’s like an itch that never subsides but also never becomes customary.
100:
G: Melly and Rick, one sitting, the other standing, looked on stone-faced at the surfaces as her sniffles carried through the room.
V: The beasts coated with it slowed down before collapsing, the wind carrying their pained, sleepy moans. Their eyes fell to a dull still, over the mud-bank. 
L: She has lips like Rose Red, and an adorable little bump that appears in her forehead when she is perturbed.
M: She followed him cautiously, soon detaching her hesitation and joining his hand-raised fight.
P: should scale up to reveal more and more of itself to you, so that your Icarus-ing becomes your grounding.
101:
G: Someone sat atop a green bed’s coping stone with legs crossed, palms resting on his thighs just above his knees, taking pressure off the midpoint of his slouched spine.
V: The street had receded, and the inside now surrounded him. Her form regained contour at the gleam of a candle’s tongue of flame. Her eyes flashed across the candle.
L: But the trees that stand on poor, parched hillsides, from which all fertility has gradually washed away, are the ones that usually bear the heaviest crop of fruit.
M: He cried himself, watching the silence turn to blooms of flowery postures. He himself embodied this Spirit, becoming the epitome of grace and beauty.
P: It should be as “irrelevant” (abrupt, out of the blue, lateral, counterintuitive, self-denying, loop-denying, routine-denying) as a first-time unexplainable rash, but as purposeful as Hannibal’s Alps.
102:
G: Outside—beneath the white bruises, blue blisters, and black forcemeats tucked into the mountainous cloud flotsam adrift in the skylight environs, with the scattering of a few frozen wisps—a row of sun-bathed linear leaves shimmered and glowed along the sidewalk.
V: I rubbed fingertips over tired eyes, rose and walked to the hill edge, sighting the deep green tea slopes and the wild ravined range of hills, passing by a place half underground—half wood and stone above, where a goblin inside brought out bags one by one. 
L: Several years ago the church at which occurred one of the most notable weddings in Newport was decorated with Easter Lilies and this magnificent Begonia, the aisles being flanked by hundreds of magnificent baskets upon high pedestals, the standards of which were festooned with Smilax, forming a strikingly rich and graceful effect.
M: He struck ravenously, his heart blurring through various flavors of defeat. In his mind, he was defeated, so the only true option was to unleash the frustration arising from this feeling through his actions.
P:  I find myself writing stories that often break open the canister of an ego, of an intellectual, of someone with their own life behind them, because I love the point-making of exposing their fraudery by slamming them against concrete, by transporting them into a fantasy world where their ego get bulldozed by goblin claws and spears.
103:
G: Melly glanced behind him at the lumbering Elene, who descended by hopping two steps at a time like an obese, sluggish frog. 
V: When we snagged on banana leaves, we ran them with our hand-hewn spears, each egress drawing air.
L: I rekindle my sleepy fire; lay in contact the exfoliated smoking brands clamp with the dew of heaven.
M: He saw goblins moving in a dance, and he saw himself levitating, flying over them.
P: George was the firebrand of observation, so I was afraid of ending it, like I was holding onto something slippery.
104:
G: Snickers broke off on one side, then spread all over. By the time everyone was letting out big, unbroken laughter, the gentlest smiles popped and blossomed.
V: In a pavilion, fifty-two men huddled along the sides of five tables. Its open sides gave way to a bank to the east, a road north, and vast fields to the west.
L: I started at the heavy tread of some animal; the dry limbs of trees upon the ground crack under his feet, the close shrubby thickets part and bend under him as he rushes off.
M: While Zoey merely slashed with weapon-wielding fundamentals in mind, Matthew bifurcated his enemies, riding the momentum of grace and flaying them aside.
P: It’s a “porchment” of both. Ambition also remains. The past, the present, and the future shake hands, josh, and exchange a series of “What’s poppin’?”
105:
G: The flapping banners—the matte, dyed fabric wrapped around the sun-bounced sheens on their giant squall-weathered bodies—undulated, billowing and kicking inward against the passengers’ feet, but the handrails, fixed with crossbars stretching across the spine, held firm.
V: Copses of trees lay about. A heavily built man with close-cropped hair in looking-glasses and a richly-laced coat walked about, wading to and fro. He later took a seat at a window that opened to the sea, awaiting a summons to the steam-packet that was to waft him over to Hotenheim.
L: how the dew-drops twinkle and play upon the sight, trembling on the tips of the lucid, green savanna, sparkling as the gem that flames on the turban of the eastern prince. See the pearly tears rolling off the buds of the expanding Granadilla
M: The giant ants that had defeated them were still in their minds, but for now, they would be operating in a smaller space with the same enemy goblins. It would be even more strategically important because the goblins had much advantage here.
P: I immediately find that anything in the world can co-exist through myself (not in the sense of the self as the only thing that exists, but that of the persistent knowing subject in a constantly changing external world) as persistent consciousness.
106:
G: To the right of the ship-like, flippered beast they were on, a giant bird flew, carrying twenty men in purple and yellow. 
V: At a remove, they sighted a pack of human hunters in their hidden abode, a cache of spears, swords, and steel armor.
L: This tepid water has a most disagreeable smell, much like bilge-water, or the washings of a gun-barrel, and is smelt at a great distance.
M: Afterwards, Matthew and Zoey rested and reseted their focus before arriving at another dungeon the next day.
P:  I can, and during that slice-of-life moment, whether virtual or real, my memory gets tickled, and textures of the past are released like pheromones.
107:
G: His eyes looked up at the distant mounting sky, glowing under the windswept heat.
V: The behemoth cried and ponderously waved its head in the air, hot air and blood bursting from its mouth
L: glorious sunlight pouring through the open window, bathing the crip in a dazzle of dust sprites.
M: He was a dancer with a choir, and they were his choir, singing his songs and performing until he was fully done.
P: or “scaffolded” (i.e., metal plates and screws in event of bone fracture) around to form a coherent and whole psyche
108:
G: Blades bore down on each of them, plunging from the grips of green-sparkling, hairy arms.
V: The sweeping trunk banged against it, and immediately, Chloe was sent flying.
L: While Carryl had been talking, the dim blue shadows had gathered under the great tree
M: Matthew united them under a common banner of having known him and seen him perform.
P: Ultimately, I am now here, having culminated from an in-person currency to an asynchronous
109:
G: Bodies decayed across the battlefield, peeping from behind trees and beneath vegetation. 
V: Clouds’ shadows fell across the sleeping group, some hovering, others flitting.
L:  Drowsy little winds woke and went to sleep again among the leafy cherry-boughs.
M: Anyway, now that the coalition was gathered, the camp raid was swift.
P: It is the hammer to the anvil that is intellect, lest you attribute it merely to intellect alone, which makes for a voodoo framework.
110:
G: They disappeared moments later, leaving behind charcoal wisps of smoke.
V: My eyes stung with tears as I slumped to sleep, covering my eyes
L: On the long kitchen table twelve big golden-brown loaves cooled, giving off a delicious odor.
M: And Matthew and Zoey came out, running faster than them and then imprisoning them.
P: Writing is often very sensitive at first. It is unconditioned still.
111:
G: Outside the cottage, sparrows’ shadows scudded along the ground. 
V: As he spoke, drafts that blew along the road rattled the gowns and shirts of the listeners.
L: As the boys lifted their caps with a flourish and cantered away, Marian turned on Raquel.
M: Matthew had to step back, while Zoey covered for him to escape.
P:  It is a tool, a vehicle, invisible prose, a clear pane of glass facing the street.
112:
G: A red-and-green-plated musket hung across a small open box of her sister’s things
V: Matthew’s eyes swept over the crowd, his hands resting on his hips.
L: The light drifted through the clearing like a pale, luminous fog
M: The huge ant stomped toward Zoey and Matthew, forcing them to retreat.
P: Nietzsche takes you on an intellectual-stylist’s trip, at least from the few pages I read.
113:
G: She sipped it a bit and leaned back for a moment to let the taste sit—savory softness, the crunch-like zest of starchy vegetables, and the tasteless, tea-like clarity. 
V: With a chuckle, Sang materialized a spear and stuck it through the man. Making another one, he did it again. He repeated this seventy times seven.
L: Her hair was ashen fair, her skin a flushed ivory, and she wore tans, ashes of roses, sage greens, deep blues, avoiding the usual pinks and blues affected by blondes.
M: With the earthworms defeated, the ants were next, so they prepared by shooting at them from afar to test their body armor.
P: Condition is not privilege and leisure, but privilege and leisure are necessarily conditioning as we see with Nietzsche.
114:
G: Her father’s frame kept towering over her gently, shielding her from the horde threatening to trample her.
V: His figure on that road in front of the parking lot zoomed out, making way for a wider vista of the flanking forest and city-covered landscape.
L: Her dress of black silk was voluminous and hung straight from her shoulders,—a fact which the shawl about her shoulders could not hide.
M: Zoey told Matthew to strike down the earthworms’ sides and not their heads because they were more vulnerable there.
P: I disagree with its framing given its underpinnings in subjacent rules and, by extension, structuralism.
115:
G: The growl of a goblin beside these skulls echoed across rows of goblins in red and green.
V: At the end, he watched. Rain dripped at first before shaking the earth.
L: and lifted the bare foot to catch a breeze stirring through deep-silled windows.
M:  And he forced to learn how to fight with more senior concerns in mind.
P: Foucault’s The Order of Things is nothing more than a Minecraft sorting system
116:
G: Twenty days west of the hummock, in the middle of the jungle by the sea, George and Sella’s human skulls were mounted on stakes.
V: Taking a deep, whistly exhale, he tapped the rim with both hands before backing off with a casual push. 
L:  I stood there against the wall, under the bookshelves that went up to the ceiling, full of old leather books, a lot of them law books
M: Matthew was forced to watch goblin fights at a larger scale than what beginners were gradually exposed to, leaving him lopsided and asymmetrical.
P: The torture makes you laugh not because of some problem in your head, but because of an indivisibleness and non-disintegrable-ness.
117:
G: Her mouth transformed into a smile. “Are we eating meat pie on the way home?” she chirped, semi-bouncing on her toes.
V: The golem got up and tore apart the bola. Gaze shooting to Timothy, it snarl-roared, spittle flying as mist.
L: He took a book down from the shelf, quickly thumbed through it and read the story of the statue
M: He was afraid of what his hands could do, and he was afraid of children because he was afraid of himself.
P: Matthew depicts the contradiction between the pursuit of Übermensch and its reason of wanting to help others in a slave-like way
118:
G: A mass of countless metal-glinted green dots swarmed across the sea of the sunglow’s yellow-orange and their uniforms’ creamy pale yellow and confined the wagons and those who remained from the forty-three under George and Sella.
V: Timothy threw his spear in the air and caught its butt with his palm, holding it up as he weaved and whirled his hand through the air. He shifted into a crane-like stance, a bola dangling from his waist.
L: And if within the fort this industry was necessary, it was none the less so without, where a farm of about seven hundred acres had been brought under cultivation, on which was raised abundance of grain and vegetables, requiring extensive storehouses. 
M: The kitten struggled at first, preventing him, but he became more intentional and streamlined with his holding, finally removing the discharge and allowing the kitten to see again from the right eye.
P: This differs from the idea of becoming oneself (or the totality of oneself) and specifies “the epitome of grace and beauty.” In my novel Matthew specifically, I use Bible passages, having them be absorved for use by Matthew himself.
119:
G: Sella’s gasp split halfway as a bullet penetrated her head, and she fell the same way all the dead goblins did.
V: David swung his greatsword, pounding it against the mossy, crumbled cobblestone with a web-like shatter. 
L: Large bands of cattle and sheep were kept, the latter improved by careful breeding until they yielded twelve-pound fleeces.
M: Later, after the adventurers left, he went deep into the forest and let out his anger at a goblin, his emotions in a flurry.
P: Existential exposure transforms the minimalism of sitting in a chair in a room alone into a maximalist experience
120:
G: Later that day, before the westering sun, on a road elsewhere, George chuckled, slapping Elene’s palm with his.
V: Peter stabbed the air multiple times with his double daggers, his hands blurring through the air before he made a cross with them, clenching his teeth and growling.
L: A bell large enough for a country church was supported by three stout poles about twenty feet high, covered with a little pointed roof to keep off the rain.
M: He repeatedly expressed his anger at how unfair his situation was, adding that bad guys always got away with it.
P:  How could any book be “undemanding” when even the smallest flake can energize the development of a whole world?
121:
G: She mimed a hunting bow and loosed an arrow, the bow only materializing once the arrow soared halfway through the air. 
V: Issachar rotated the bean-filled manual grinder for 15 minutes before pestling some black peppercorns in a mortar.
L: It consisted of a strong stockage about twenty feet high, without bastions, embracing an area of two hundred and fifty by one hundred and fifty yards.
M: Matthew stood up, alone in a vast world, the adventurer who had saved him running to assess his health.
P: I am an incessant soul, ever-seeing vivid flashbacks of my siblings when they were younger, yet continuing to accept endlessly the present as it comes.
122:
G: It would hit the mound of dewy, hole-riddled sacks against the wall.
V: Coming out of the bushes, a group of men pointed their guns at him. 
L: Purpled summits of the continuous range, silvered with snow in spring and autumn
M: A familiar older man watched him, seeing the emotions Matthew so well inside.
P: I’ve come again to the realization that there is always a level of out-of-touchness to culture.
123:
G: Everyone else sat still with hands on their laps, under their chins, or on the damp-trailed wooden tabletop, Elene among them.
V: There, he removed his right boot and held his breath before wrapping it with a bandage, jerking his chin up as he drew them taut.
L: As the eastern foothills sink to plain, the forest disappears, only a few scattering pines remaining in the vicinity of the Dalles
M: He walked toward the horizon, jealous of its glory. He sought to monopolize it with a fierce glare.
P: The next day, maybe the next week, but one day, not so far in the future, while at one point, you lived in that entire world, now, you wonder what it was you were just saying.
124:
G: One of the goblins shook as he stumbled forward among the corpses. 
V: Taking a deep breath, he counted to three and peeked around.
L: as golden-rods and asters growing together in a bit of marsh-land
M: killing them off in threes since they were seperated by over 10 meters of distance in threes.
P: being a speaking, regurgitating, mouthing, words-being-thrown-and-shaped-with-the-lips human being.
125:
G: Blades bore down on each of them, plunging from the grips of green-sparkling, hairy arms. 
V: Stepping behind a tree, he lowered to the ground, eyeballing the red pooling on his shoe.
L: As she spoke, Rose pointed to a little table just inside the window, on which appeared a regiment of bottles.
M: The goblins soon found themselves unable to break up the division, retreating up a hill.
P: Management brutalizes these echoes so it can make food on the table and breathe the succulent air of morning breakfast.
126:
G: The still fewer healers held and embraced split, concaved faces back into shape.
V: After taking a few heavy breaths, he scrambled to his feet before trudging over to the deck. 
L: asked Aunt Plenty, as the last pony frisked round the corner and the din died away.
M: The goblins were pushed down to the earth level, and the adventurers swarmed them.
P: You can’t move tanks if you can’t even manage a basic supply line.
127:
G: Melly yelled, “Fucker!” He swung the guppy, and it dissolved several arrows, while his teammates’ shields rose from the ground below him, passed through him, and blocked the scattered, sporadic, non-volley arrows that got past his flail.
V: After heading down the staircase, the shadow of the bridge covered him. The mast of the ship then slammed into the bridge, and the ship stopped before it could cross under. He tripped and fell on his knee before leaning over the side of the ship. 
L: Here, in a clayey rock near high-water mark, the natives shew the impression of the foot of Rongokako, one of their illustrious progenitors; the print of his other foot, made in striding hence, being near Poverty Bay, a distance of more than fifty miles!
M: The rest of his adventurer parties on his first quest were making their way to him, since Matthew was supposed to be the one handling only one side of the enemy force. But the goblins had invested all their members to gang-catch him.
P: It is thus a very personal, and interpersonal, experience of logic, prioritizing the now as it greets us and working from there, even if we never arrive at an ideal synthesis or true fulfillment of the “Gestalt entirety.” We are pattern-finders as much as we are pattern-decouplers.
128:
G: Behind him arrived Rick and other members of their group, dragging a hollow-cheeked pink goblin chained by the foot.
V: After returning to the library, I kept looking, going past the first row of shelves I relied on earlier to make my sweeping judgment.
L: thick and evergreen rampart between the sea breeze and the main land, their roots and trunks being often laved with the flowing tide.
M: Then, Deathbringer, during his charge, fell to the ground, groaning. Why did he fall again to this same thing? Why?
P: cause hesitation and bureaucracy to an otherwise decisive, optimal, and concise strategical logic.
129
G: The artifact dissolved into thick, grainy dust in his palms, where this guppy wriggled slimily instead.
V: I looked at my phone, showing a generic fantasy adventure music Youtube playlist playing through my white bluetooth headphones.
L: we are transported to distant regions, where the enervated Indian faints beneath the scorching rays of a meridian sun
M: Soon enough, Deathbringer found himself in front of Matthew, preparing his weapon. “I want to see how much has changed…” he said.
P: It doesn’t exist, so whatever it says, as idiosyncratic and personal as it is, is elusive, so even if it does have its models, it isn’t decipherable up to the root.
130:
G: The surrounding sweep of tall grass would labor visitors and mat thickly under the hunk of a wading foot.
V: By the time I reached the national road, I strolled down the crossing to my right and flagged down a jeep.
L:  On the northern side of the house, the ground is appropriated to useful gardens, an orchard, and a shrubbery.
M: With this rise of confidence, it became apparant that Matthew had to test and see what the hell he was all about.
P: The wide range of condition-combinations (similar to external game states in League of Legends, but encompassing internal ones too) is consumed.
131:
G: With the casks put to rest, they gazed at the largest squat clouds as if moving to subjugate them.
V: When I went hunting for some textbooks, I practically sniffed the knowledge off those pages. 
L: flitches, the flesh sprinkled with salt, and laid in a tray, that the blood may drain off:
M: Tamer prepared her two skills [Marching Tire] and [Remove Clothes], targeting the first goblin that came into view.
P: The ability to sit in intense no-position for those 40 minutes maps onto their who-I-am’s presence exactly?
132:
G: With the help of others holding up the casks’ backsides, everyone riveted bungholes against their mouths, letting the water glug along inside.
V: When he stopped, sweat soaked his clothes, arms, and legs. His feet squelched in his mudded shoes.
L: they are so brittle that they would break to pieces and be spoiled if they were immediately to be put up.
M: Matthew struck him as one having authority, ridding him of his form and essence like a man battling the sun.
P: This focuses on my personal change and where I am currently in my journey as a person, writer, creator, etc. themselves.
133:
G: Dirt clung in slits and speckles under everyone’s bare fingernails—both those fresh from the jungle and those resting at this foothill—and every so often, someone stopped to hook theirs out with another fingernail.
V: “How did you do it?” said the second golem that slipped out of the spell, drawing a long breath. Tall and handsome, he laid a cordial hand on the man’s hand. The man softened at his grip. “Thank you,” the golem said.
L: To the left the mountain is covered in forest-trees growing amidst the crags, and beneath runs the pretty river murmuring through the glen, in which the rifle-manufactories of the government of the United States are situated
M: Matthew immediately knew that the monsters had little in the way of vision, having gotten comfortable with the state of the dungeon. This particular dungeon they were in was one of the more challenging dungeons
P: Sounds great, ‘till you meet sitting down in a room knowing both trauma and friction are no longer driving you. From nothing, can you still be? Will you still find a way to scream and feel alive? Fiction says yes to both.
134:
G: The burly sleeves of his purple-and-yellow, lace-surfaced, padded outfit flared from the wrist, and its hem sent down ruffled offshoot curls.
V: Chucking the cigarette and plucking a spear of grass, he paced to her and closed her hand around the grass. “Can you feel it?” he asked.
L: The road was very rough and knobby, occasioned by the cropping out of the edges of the limestone strata, over which we were traveling at right angles
M: Now that the two were comfortable, they bungee-jumped into the dungeon, Tamer readying her cheap, low-cooldown skills, Matthew priming his sword for business.
P: And I will feel that dissonance severely, that difference between how much I’ve changed and how differently I carry myself when I’m out solo in a cafe staying for hours.
135:
G: “Ha-hahhahaha!” the second roared with laughter, bending over the cataracted, crazed orb of his staff as it hung over his hairy crossed legs.
V: The figure turned, cigarette in hand. He sprung to his feet at the stone-gray, girlish figure before him.
L: the Latvian steamer Gaisma, en route to Germany with a cargo of wood, was torpedoed in an attack by four German cutters off the Swedish island of Gotland.
M: This vial of expressions was his more surreal, introspective self returning: it matched hands and locked eyes with the other self that succeeded in this world.
P: This (what is described viscerally in this passage) is the root of my feeling, my grand theater, in little keyboard taps and dark mocha sips, in all the ways it could be articulated.
136:
G: Beneath the canopy just shy of their thickset rows of shod feet and their ride’s enormous leg talons, structures snugged in scruffy, grassy walks against rilling trails of smoke, down among climbing slopes leading over hill ridges infused with clods of faux-solid mud—all fluffy with puffy green. 
V: The dirt gripping under my feet, I went to the back of the house, entered my car, and met the ambulance halfway, leaving the car in a nearby parking lot. After getting care and resting overnight, I set off the next day, buying cheap, bad coffee from a “pick-up” cafe on the way home.
L: The cove we went to see was difficult of access; after traveling about three miles up the ridge, we came suddenly upon it, and got into it by a difficult pass, just wide enough for one horse, where the mountain side sloped at an angle of about 65° among the loose sandstone rocks,which made it frequently necessary for us to dismount.
M: But he slashed the wind, crushing its momentum and removing its stride. It flogged its shaking attempts to stand up, delivering the final on four different corners, deliberately dismantling it corner by corner until it was truly out of support. He then removed it of life.
P: Being outside, especially in a whole new public environment where there is that slight nervousness before arriving and while initially setting oneself up, somehow “triggers” that “ha-ha” more than if I was “untested” at home. It’s probably that “in-spite-ness,” as described vividly above.