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There is a curtain on my window. It is wihite and tends to billow, as if I were aksng it to be a cloud, as if I had been starved of nature and bright skies. There is always a particular sslant to sunlight, which makes is uspect. Light does not really clarify anything. And if you look into it, all you see is a great blindness. It is the only thing that allows yu to see blindness.
Through y curtain I see a lot of things that I shouildnt. ut I know people watch me back, s it is all right. Its in my nature. The bright sky of voueurism. Tod


Wordspill: ParallelsParallels. Reflections in a mirror. Everyone, everything, has such a reflection. The reflections may be the same, may be different. But theyre there. Good and evil, light and dark, beautiful, and ugly. All are parallels. There are parallels in everything. Everything has the potential to be good and evil. Light and dark. Beautiful and ugly. Its all there. These parallels. These contrasting forces bind everything together. The opposing forces push and pull and twist. They drag at pWordspill: Parallels


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Parallel lines ran lengthwise down hear face. Silver Xs etched deep into wheather skin. Singeed veins worked like crosswork through her body and she breathed fire throught out the earth. She came with a whisper of words but the earth would not listen. She came bearing gifts that stole the breath away of every child but their parents refused to take them. They refused to bear witness to the woman that would end the things they knew and steal away their children for the cold waters worth.
The liones drew close together but did not pass. They stood stark against the white background of the stale eart


The BeginningSpill:The Beginning
Summer, 2004. I'm four years old, standing on the brick walkway outside my parents' house, my feet exactly parallel to the lines of gray mortar between the bricks.The air tastes yellow like the lawn. The sky is bright, hard blue, watery near the horizon but deep and sure directly overhead. It watches me. I hold the green garden hose loosely in one hand, watching the cold arc of water bury itself in the grass. "Mommy, why isn't the grass turning green again?" "It's too late, honey. It's already dead." "But see, I'm giving it water. It should be green."


Wordspill: Childhood DreamsWordspill. -- She was telling me a story, a sotry about a dream. I hear her talking about how shes screaming as her father carries her to another room. She says that in her dream, it wasnt her, meaning that she wasnt in her own body when it was happening. She didnt explain; I dont really think she needed to, though now I kind of wonder. She tells me that the dream comes in flashes of clear images. Shes not in a body but shes just floating in the air, being nothing, really. Shes just a ghost, watching herself with her father. She hears screams, she tells me, moreWordspill: Childhood Dreams
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If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity?
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Wanna know how to keep an idiot busy? (See below)
If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity?
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If the secret sorrows of everyone could be read on their forehead, how many who now cause envy would suddenly become the objects of pity?
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