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I can write my own sad words I don’t need yours I am disgusting My body is deteriorating I am not beautiful I am not poetic, or gracefult But I have a fucking soul That is full of empathy and compassion I have a fire that is entirely mine And it is entirely invincible Tiffany [...]

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The only way to be pure is to stay by yourself

The only way to be pure is to stay by yourself Total submission can be a form of freedom Often you should act like you are sexless The more you know the better off you are Symbols are more meaningful than things themselves Description is more valuable than metaphor It’s better to study the fact [...]

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The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart

How astonishing it is that language can almost mean, and frightening that it does not quite. Love, we say, God, we say, Rome and Michiko, we write, and the words get it all wrong. We say bread and it means according to which nation. French has no word for home, and we have no word [...]

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The laughing heart

your life is your life don’t let it be clubbed into dank submission. be on the watch. there are ways out. there is a light somewhere. it may not be much light but it beats darkness. be on the watch. the gods offer you chances. know them. take them. you can’t beat death but you [...]

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