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Magnet Man got caught in the tar pit again it seems…
I MIGHT COLOR THIS IDK
Just thought of doing quicksand manip and whatnot
Anyone else would make quicksand art of jack pepper and other male characters?
 The fourth-graders were unanimous: Quicksand doesn't scare them, not one bit. If you're a 9- or 10-year-old at the P.S. 29 elementary schoo
Quicksand once offered filmmakers a simple recipe for excitement: A pool of water, thickened with oatmeal, sprinkled over the top with wine corks. It was, in its purest form, a plot device unburdened by character, motivation, or story: My god, we're sinking! Will we escape this life-threatening situation before time runs out? Those who weren't rescued simply vanished from the script: It's too late—he's gone.
This post is part of a series inspired by Episode 108 of Let's Learn Everything
Always she had wanted, not money, but the things which money could give, leisure, attention, beautiful surroundings. Things. Things. Things.
― Nella Larsen, Quicksand
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Pixel Dailies #3089 - Quicksand
I'm not sure that quicksand is living up to its name very well if you can play cards in it…
It was one of those vicious mornings, windy and bright. There seemed to Helga, as they emerged from the depths of the vast station, to be a whirling malice in the sharp air of this shining city. Mrs. Hayes-Rore‘s words about its terrible loneliness shot through her mind. She felt its aggressive unfriendliness. Even the great buildings, the flying cabs, and the swirling crowds seemed manifestations of purposed malevolence. And for that first short minute she was awed and frightened and inclined to turn back to that other city, which, though not kind, was yet not strange.
― Nella Larsen, Quicksand
Something special. And now she had forfeited it forever. Forever. Helga had an instantaneous shocking perception of what forever meant. And then, like a flash, it was gone, leaving an endless stretch of dreary years before her appalled vision.
― Nella Larsen, Quicksand
