The Streets Fill Up Again As Though No Disease Could Touch Them. The Renters Return, The Trees Go From
The streets fill up again as though no disease could touch them. The renters return, the trees go from bare to lush and green. Oh God, another summer in a winter town. My God, another summer, with no one around.
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I concur, it looks pretty racist, but in an innocent way, if that makes sense
Your needle has worn my grooves to deep.
insanity is singing “confrontation” from jekyll & hyde with different voices at 3 am
Writing tips I know but never use #1
When you have an idea, write it down and stick to it. Doesn’t matter if it’s a tremendously stupid idea, like a microwave that sends food through time. Write the first chapter, where Napoleon receives a microwave home dinner which determines the outcome of the battle of Waterloo. The point is that you write it, and finish it. Even if you will never let it see the light of day, it is something that you can look at later to find the story you want to write.
Commit to an idea, however weird, and see it through. It will be very valuable in the long run.
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The Writer aesthetic
How deep is hidden the Holy Seat of your Love? This love that burns in all for others
Do not love others so swiftly As Saint Paul said so long ago; Thy body is a temple”
Love thyself first then I say That you may love others more purely.
Strip my skin and free my soul. Help me turn my back on my former self, help me shine from the inside out. Grant me the strength to smile through the process of gentle, silent, pain.
