

The IntruderShe doesn't sleep. She doesn't eat. She's too afraid to keep her eyes open and too afraid to close them. Her monster is being held back by some plaster and hinges. his wild drunken abondon and her naivity produced a situation where he won't talk and she cowers in her room, knees to her chin, staining her sheets with her salty eyes and her pain exuding from every orophus. Her back to the door, she whimpers. Her body never ceases from its incessant tension. The door is slowly pushed open and the creak announces the intruder. The noise forces her to flinch and pull her blanket closer to her face. She remains wide eyed as her attacker's breath faThe Intruder


Dukkha-- a haikuSuffering is life.Dukkha-- a haiku
Matrials are useless.
Everything will leave.
Embrace the crude pain.
To know pain is to know life.
Saddness will remain.
This is hard to grasp.
Accept the impermanence.
Dukkha will vanish.
Like dust in a breeze,
your beloved possessions
gracefully depart.
Accept this and learn.
Value the time you have.
But don't forget this:
Do not fear the pain
Just know it will come and go.
No pain means no joy.


FoolWe are sitting in a living room, you and I.Fool
The windows on the far wall, draped by a red cloth, let in the light of day. The large mirror above the fireplace reflects our images. You cover my hand with yours and look into my eyes. They are eys full of understanding and kindness, as if they beg me to divulge every detail of my existence to you.
And thus, I comply.
I tell you my fears, my hopes, my joys, and my losses. My sould flows from my lips to your ears. I speak of atrocious things that I've thought or done. I speak of my sins and my sorrows. I feel all of these things come out of me, like doves out of a
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i'm not afraid to die. but i'm afraid to dry./
"Je ne suis pas daccord avec ce que vous dites, mais je me
battrai jusqu? la mort pour que vous ayez le droit de le dire"
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ako si juan.
hee 8D
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until tomorrow
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until tomorrow
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until tomorrow
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