the trees, like lungs.

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I just—I just need you to know that I’m not the pancake lady…the pancake lady, she makes the best pancakes in all of the kingdom, but she’ll only make one pancake for every person… Okay, so, stranger rides in to town and he says “Hey, can I get one of these pancakes everybody’s raving about?” So she makes him one and he eats it. He says, “That’s good…a decent pancake. Not like the best I’ve ever had or anything.” So she makes him another one and then another, and another. She makes him like, a whole bunch of pancakes and he’s full and he says to her, “Listen I have to admit, that actually was one EPIC pancake.” So she cuts him off. See, the thing is the first pancake she made for him was epic. He was just messing with her mind, man. He was tricking her into putting out pancakes… which is hilarious, I think, because, really the pancake lady, she was just tossing him that first one as a sympathy pancake anyway so…

-Party Down

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Thinking about something is like picking up a stone when taking a walk, either while skipping rocks on the beach, for example, or looking for a way to shatter the glass doors of a museum. When you think about something, it adds a bit of weight to your walk, and as you think about more and more things you are liable to feel heavier and heavier, until you are so burdened you cannot take any further steps, and can only sit and stare at the gentle movements of the ocean waves or the security guard, thinking too hard about too many things to do anything else.

-The End

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Sleeping Beauty, 2011

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