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The Importance of Gentle Words

Heartfelt

They don’t give you a heart to play with. I mean when you’re a kid. They don’t give you a viscous red organ that palpitates as every bit of life is played out in the moment, or even some plastic…

Writer's Block

My hell has not arrived yet. You still have plenty of substance to extract yet. You still have a few notches up your writing sleeve.

Man's best friend

The man sat there idly being swung gracefully back and forth on the swing, as its will dictated in its battle with nature. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. As he was being swung he saw …

C'est La Vie

Dead man walking on campus, that’s how I feel right now. I’ve been walking around all day in a fervent languor, yawning every fifteen minutes, remarkably cold and I have super dilated pupils. Hang…