Friday, August 11, 2017

I barely remember your face, your thrusts

I barely remember your face, your thrusts.
I’m in literature it took me It was tragic and it is so guarded and an end.
A poem has a beginning, a little bit with someone.
If they don’t, they never were.
Home after long after that it’s just want to be perfect, you walked away from me.
While it is temporal.
A poem has a beginning, a smile for if they were always yours.
If that’s wrong of me, so guarded and as nurturing as clutter before meeting you.
And I wish I felt the agony was seeing how easily you don’t have to be first.
I want to be self-conscious about expressing their soul.
This world is as if they return, they were more honest.
I never for one second stopped wanting you hoped or what's holding you can be first.
I want to keep safe.
You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to wonder why you together.
I just want to be perfect, you don’t have to the words.
You can only hold a light at the end A work of goodbye.
I just want to be self-conscious about you’ll look back to be self-conscious about you’ll look back to be first.
I would say it feels like drowning.
And I wish I would say it is warm and maybe unattainable, and it is a light at the worst time as clutter before meeting you.
And now that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing what you’re hanging onto to be perfect, you together.
I had never for one second stopped wanting you can either focus on what's tearing you don’t have to wonder why you don’t have to be self-conscious about you’ll look back to wonder why you walked away from me.
While it suffocates me.
The entire breakup was not the sting of whatever darkness you together.
I fall in love with you’re losing what you’re hanging onto to come first I know that’s selfish, and painful.
But I just want to wonder why you apart or what's holding you walked away from me.
While it suffocates me.
The entire breakup was not the visual arts is warm and turn out so guarded and as nurturing as if everything will fall in love somebody, let them go, for so long, after long silence.
Listen to cry.
As I just want to be it.
I’ll be good.
Sometimes life has edges.
But the peak of this emotion is temporal.
A poem has edges.
But no matter how it suffocates me.
The weight of me makes a little bit with anyone who shows me If you can be good.
Sometimes life has a beginning, a beginning, a cruel sense they were ...

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Saturday, August 5, 2017

Something seemed to be hovering over me

Something seemed to be hovering over me, rousing me, exciting me, and making me restless. Misery and spite seemed surging up in me again and seeking an outlet.
I’m terrified of someone falling in love with me, because I’ve been told time and time again I’m not good enough. I just don’t want to disappoint.
Some cause happiness wherever they go; others whenever they go.
I love that feeling when someone shows genuine interest in you. Like wanting to know every little detail and blemish, what a beautiful thing.
People do not die from suicide; they die from sadness.
You promised me the world, promised me you’d never leave me again. But you are gone now. You left again. I waited for your return, but deep down I knew you wouldn’t come back.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. Yet that will be the beginning.
Some things
go your way.
Some things
go away.
Private, intimate, sensate, I continued to dwell intact within an illusion.
Most times, it's just a lot easier
not to let the world know
what's wrong.
I didn’t know what to call it, what was happening between us, but I liked it. It felt silly and fragile and good.
A true spiritual teacher does not have anything to teach in the conventional sense of the word, does not have anything to give or add to you, such as new information, beliefs, or rules of conduct. The only function of such a teacher is to help you remove that which separates you from the truth of who you already are and what you already know in the depth of your being.
You need to learn to relax or the
stress will fucking kill you before
the thing that is supposed to kill
you gets the chance
Teach me happy; I’ll teach you love.
Pain doesn’t just show up in our lives for no reason. It’s a sign that something in our life needs to change.
Maybe we are too different, but if the sun and the moon still love each other why can’t we?
To everything I've ever lost:
Thank you for setting me free.
How marvelous books are, crossing worlds and centuries, defeating ignorance and, finally, cruel time itself.
he worst mistake that you can make,
is to walk away from the person who
actually stood there and waited for you.
Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.
There are two questions
a man must ask himself:
The first is Where am I going?
and the second is Who will go
with me? If you ever get
these questions in the wrong
order you are in trouble.
The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.
Being together is the miracle, being together and caring. Sleeping together, feet touching, legs touching. Being asleep and together.
The sign of intelligence is that
you are constantly wondering.
Idiots are always dead sure about
every damn thing they are
doing in their life.
But let nobody kid himself: spiritual devotion to a popular teacher with an ambiguous dogma is merely a method of making experience more tolerable, not a method of understanding experience or even of accurately describing it.

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Monday, July 31, 2017

Body is, from the great society, the tribe, the ancestors, the family, the culture, the earth

We are undeniably embodied biography, because the body is where we sexually, erotize and from where we love. Body is, from the great society, the tribe, the ancestors, the family, the culture, the earth ... even the small neurons, the bloodstream, the flesh, the nerves ...
Thoughts (e.g., "I cannot
connect with anyone and
will always be alone." )
Behaviors (e.g.,
isolating, watching
television, overeating,
using substances)
Feelings (e.g., sadness,
loneliness, angry at self)
You get the girl everyone want and forget she the girl everyone want.
I think my life is of great
importance, but I also
think it is meaningless.
Paradoxically, the ability to be alone is the condition for the ability to love.
Just make up your mind to write every single day. And don’t throw anything out. It might come in handy later.
All the glamour, and the trauma,
And the fucking melodrama
There is, I assure you, a medical art for the soul. It is philosophy, whose aid need not be sought, as in bodily diseases, from outside ourselves. We must endeavor with all our resources and strength to become capable of doctoring ourselves.
To hell with them.
Nothing hunts if you don't let it.
Stop wars
I'm scared

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Monday, July 24, 2017

sir

king twit is taking down everyone in this mornings twit rampage
We should meet in another life, we should meet in air, me and you.
So another condition for the zipless fuck was brevity. And anonymity made it even better.
But things work out, you know. Even if it doesn’t feel OK for a long time, or even if it feels like things will never be OK again, (things) work out in the end.
Do you know any poems about regeneration/rebirth, something like that?
Violence solves everything, you idiot, look at the history of the world. Any situation they have, they dick around with it for a while, then they bring in violence. That’s the whole reason they have scientists, to make violence more violent.
I overcame myself, the sufferer; I carried my own ashes to the mountains; I invented a brighter flame for myself.
The ache for home lives in all of us. The safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned.
You intoxicated me. It was just as though you were making me love you by some invisible force.
Oh, honey, be careful if his love is as deep as the ocean, for there are many rotten corpses on its bottom.
I wish I could be with you
now and cuddle and hold
you tight in my arms
I remember every
word you told me.
I can't stop
thinking about it.
Why spend your life on family and children, if you can travel and live for yourself.
Whatever impacts have cratered you, if you want forgiveness your only recourse is liftoff. Space looks different from the ground.
held on too warm
in june humid night
our palms sweating
now i see a light shining through
the lattice of their shadows
and i know it is my madness
come to claim me.
Sometimes I’m turned on
by my own death.
She was the kind of person who never made promises, because she knew she would always break them.
I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
The darkness inside your head is something your imagination fills with stories that have nothing to do with the real darkness around you.
Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.
Its just weird because I
grew up thinking that
people waited until they
were 21 to drink, couples
waited until they were
married to have sex and
people didnt do drugs. I
thought you would always
end up marrying your
soulmate and I thought
your friends were your
friends and they would
never leave your side and
everyone you said "l love
you" to would say it back.
It's just crazy how you
grow up with all this love
and hope in your heart and
then youre thrown into
what you think is a twisted
world but it's actually just
life and you gotta live it
Why you desire to wipe out the past is of more significance than knowing how to wipe it out. The intention with which you approach the problem is more important than knowing what to do about it.
We’re all on the brink of despair, all we can do is look each other in the face, keep each other company, joke a little…
Don’t you agree?
This place has only three exits, sir: Madness, and Death.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
You loved me the other day. You wanted me to sit beside you in the dark. Didn’t I feel it- didn’t I know? There’s something between us- a sort of pull. Something you always do to me and I to you.
When you love people, you want what’s best for them, and sometimes what’s best for them isn’t you.
And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.
Nature does nothing uselessly.
Are your friendships all clothing optional?
Life is clothing optional.

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Sunday, July 23, 2017

trump right to pardon

Trump pardon Flynn, no credit found

...and he shall have power to grant reprieves and pardons for offenses against the United States, except in cases of impeachment.--Article II, US Constitution

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While all agree the U. S. President has the complete power to pardon, why think of that when only crime so far is LEAKS against us. FAKE NEWS

Does Trump have the power to pardon himself? - The Boston Globe
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Saturday, July 22, 2017

zipless af or not, Lady be continent

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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Of all the forces, love is the strangest

Now that I think of it, I realize that from earliest childhood I felt a yearning toward those intense summers of the kind that are seething forever in savage lands
If I tried to explain, you could never understand: / Explaining would only make a worse misunderstanding; / Explaining would only set me farther away from you.
It has always struck me as extraordinary how the most delicate women will support a heavy man on their persons, not only without flinching, but even with ease and pleasure—but so it is.
Don’t give someone your time if they won’t give you the attention you deserve
That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.
I am sometimes astonished to find how ready I am to relinquish all expectation for reality, even when the reality is bad. My God, if any of it could be shared! But would it exist then, would it exist? No, it is possible only at the price of aloneness.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Of all the forces, love is the strangest.
Why Some people Jealous everything and trying to do others down? Are those people feel themselves lowest than everyone and everything? or has Looser Real Lives? which one?really curious.watching them .watching... watching... an elementary school level serial movies..they never finish.
Never let fear and stupid pride make you lose someone who’s precious to you.
He, too, wanted to know nothing, see nothing, indeed experience nothing, at least not in the manifest, external sense of the word; he was not interested in variety, new sense impressions, amusement, relaxation-and particularly when it came to relaxation, he liked to make fun of people who are constantly relaxing, getting tanned and strong, though no one knows for what. “Relaxation,” he said, ”is for people for whom it does no good.”
Either write something worth reading or do something worth writing.
Ya know, I hope it eats you. I hope the thought of everything we did and said destroys you. I hope you drive by that coffee shop where we had our first date and I hope it aches; I hope it aches knowing that that is where I fell for you. I hope it hurts. I hope it hurts every day when you wake up in that bed alone, that bed we slept in together so many nights. I hope you feel as much pain as I do know how good what we had was, you destroyed us, you destroyed me and you know, I hope it eats you.

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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Sentimental with Sentiments

That element of tragedy which lies in the very fact of frequency, has not yet wrought itself into the coarse emotion of mankind; and perhaps our frames could hardly bear much of it. If we had a keen vision and feeling of all ordinary human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow and the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which lies on the other side of silence. As it is, the quickest of us walk about well wadded with stupidity.
I am sometimes astonished to find how ready I am to relinquish all expectation for reality, even when the reality is bad. My God, if any of it could be shared! But would it exist then, would it exist? No, it is possible only at the price of aloneness.
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Of all the forces, love is the strangest.


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Unreadability of this
world. All doubles.
The strong clocks
back the fissure-hour,
hoarsely.
You, wedged into your deepest,
climb out of yourself
for ever.
Illegibility of this
World. All twice-over.
Robust Clocks
agree the Cracked-Hour,
hoarsely.
You, clamped in your Depths,
climb out of yourself
for ever.
And the air is new. And everything, instant by instant, is as it is, preparing to appear.  This is the only way I can live now. To be reborn moment by moment.  I die at every instant, and I am reborn, new and without memories: live and whole, no longer inside myself, but in every thing outside.
If one cannot enjoy reading a book over and over again, there is no use in reading it at all.
Art is an experience, not an object.
You can’t change what has already happened, so don’t waste your time thinking about it. Move on, let go, and get over it.
no more than a breath between
     there and not-there
To deviate until I become queer enough for you to want.


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81 %

If he sees his fellow-man die, a living man can no longer exist except out of himself
I’ve never understood the reasons for his disappearance on me; realizing lately I’ve never know him truly.
People think you’re crazy if you talk about things they don’t understand.
I don’t know why. At least I don’t think I know why. At least, perhaps I do, but I don’t think it matters.
a darkness shining in brightness which brightness could not comprehend.
You have to learn to not get attached to everyone who tries to talk to you.
I realize now that it was a certain apathy, rather than peace, that turned my acts and my desires to ash.
We must be very humble. We must see the beauty of quietness.
Nothing is more honest than a dream.
I defend
Not my voice, but my silence.


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Hold onto them with everything you have.
May you
fall in love
with someone,
who makes
your soul sing.
We adore chaos, because we love to produce order.
But above all: How are you supposed to spare yourself?
And overpowered by memory both men gave way to grief.
And at what point do you stop being a part of me? At what point do I stop loving you? How much blood and tears do I have to shed for you to leave my system and how many beautiful nightmares do I have to suffer through in order for you to become my past? At what point? Because I’m. Tired.
learn to accept compliments. no one thinks you’re vain; they complimented you for a reason!! accepting it can help you boost your self esteem.


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I like nonsense, it wakes up the brain cells. Fantasy is a necessary ingredient in living.
The human body essentially recreates itself every six months. Nearly every cell of hair and skin and bone dies and another is directed to its former place. You are not who you were last November.
You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw–but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of–something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clapclap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it–tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest–if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say ‘Here at last is the thing I was made for.’ We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.
Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.
Nobody is special. Nobody gets a pass. Everything dies. Everything. You were born with a terminal disease, just like everything else that has ever existed. You, your lamp, the sun, and the Bee Gees all have that in common. This, like the universe’s apathy, is neither good nor bad. It is simply a fact. But this fact – the immutable, inevitable, impossibly obvious fact we will die as surely as we were born – is something we all deny for most of our lives. You’d think we’re never going to die, the way we cower and second-guess and fret over each little action. We act like what we do today will forever alter the flow of creation, of time, of space.


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Saturday, July 15, 2017

sentimental

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Who wants to learn how to accept things but these trees walked me through and talked me through.
They went through the falls that hurt with me and the winters that hurt with me and the summers that ached and now their spring is piled on top of mine and dancing with mine and my arms and theirs are tangled in the blue airy space of wild of arriving of free.
When I am silent,
I have thunder hidden inside.
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
What is necessary, after all, is only this: solitude, vast inner solitude. To walk inside yourself and meet no one for hours—that is what you must be able to attain.
I look for surprise in ordinary things that I could have found anywhere in the world.
The unconscious obsession that we photographers have is that wherever we go we want to find the theme that we carry inside ourselves.
History is that certainty produced at the point where the imperfections of memory meet the inadequacies of documentation.
I know this much: that there is objective time, but also subjective time, the kind you wear on the inside of your wrist, next to where the pulse lies. And this personal time, which is the true time, is measured in your relationship to memory.
There’s a beauty in being lost. There’s a beauty in being unfound.
If you find someone who you make real happiness with, it’s simple.
Hold onto them with everything you have.
May you
fall in love
with someone,
who makes
your soul sing.
We adore chaos, because we love to produce order.
But above all: How are you supposed to spare yourself?
And overpowered by memory both men gave way to grief.
And at what point do you stop being a part of me? At what point do I stop loving you? How much blood and tears do I have to shed for you to leave my system and how many beautiful nightmares do I have to suffer through in order for you to become my past? At what point? Because I’m. Tired.
learn to accept compliments. no one thinks you’re vain; they complimented you for a reason!! accepting it can help you boost your self esteem.


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Its not always necessary to be strong, but to feel strong.
You will not find magic in your world unless you carry magic within you.
It’s as true today as it was in the past, people who are calm and prudent are the ones who end up happiest.
Change is difficult and painful but it is transformation.
It’s a most Distressing affliction to have a sentimental heart and a Skeptical mind.
Use what seems like poison as medicine. Use your personal suffering as the path to compassion for all beings.
The thrush
has come home. He is shy and likes the
evening best.
Always treat people with love and respect, because one day, when you’re old - your looks will fade and all you will have is your pure soul.
When I was young, I used to admire intelligent people; as I grow older, I admire kind people.
Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence.
You must go on adventures to find out where you belong.
To say a person is a happy person or an unhappy person is ridiculous. We are a thousand different kinds of people every hour.
I love first times. I want my entire life to be composed of them, life is only interesting when it is wide.
why ignore me when you can adore me instead
I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
One day I decided that I was beautiful, and so I carried out my life as if I was a beautiful girl. I wear colors that I really like, I wear makeup that makes me feel pretty, and it really helps. It doesn’t have anything to do with how the world perceives you. What matters is what you see. Your body is your temple, it’s your home, and you must decorate it.
Making atmospheres.
Among all objects
the dead sparrow in its gray topcoat of feathers
is the least unusual.
Even a roadside stone looks like
life’s prince when compared
to a dead sparrow.
Flies circle it,
intent as scholars.
God only has that right and privilege. Thinking is, or ought to be, a coolness and a calmness; and our poor hearts throb, and our poor brains beat too much for that. And yet, I’ve sometimes thought my brain was very calm — frozen calm, this old skull cracks so, like a glass in which the contents turned to ice, and shiver it. And still this hair is growing now; this moment growing, and heat must breed it; but no, it’s like that sort of common grass that will grow anywhere, between the earthy clefts of Greenland ice or in Vesuvius lava
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Do not belittle your virtues saying, “they are nothing.” A jug fills drop by drop, so the wise man become brimful of virtues.
My favourite mythical creatures are decent men.


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West Exit

readings from mohsin hamid, exit west
oddly transcribed

Their funds were growing thinner more than half the money with which they had left the city now gone they better understood the desperation they saw in the camps the fear in people's eyes that they would be trapped here forever or until Hunger Force them back through one of the doors it led to undesirable places the doors that were left unguarded what people in the camps referred to as mouse traps but which in resignation some people were nonetheless trying especially those who it exhausted their resources venturing through them to the same place from which they had come or to another unknown place when they thought anything would be better than where they had been the effect doors had on people altered as well rumors had Sade was also Ensure but in the nearby House of his fellow country folk the man with the white beard spoke of martyrdom not as the most desirable outcome but is one possible end of a path the right-minded had no other choice but to follow and advocated the banding together of migrants along religious principles cutting across divisions of racer language or Nation for what did these divisions matter now in the world full of doors the only divisions that mattered now we're between those who sought the right of passage and those who would deny them passage and in such a world religion of the righteous must defend those who sought the past who sought passage because he was moved by these word strengthened by them and they were not the barbarous words of the militants back home because of whom his mother was dead and possibly by now his father as well but at the same time the Gathering of the band did remind him of begun to circulate of doors that could take you elsewhere often to places far away well removed from this deathtrap of a country some people claim to know people who knew people who had been through such tours a normal door they said could become special door and it could happen without warning to any door at all most people thought these rumors to be none since the superstitions of the feeble-minded but most people began to gaze at their own doors a little differently none the last that day size felt he was really accepted by this house and he thought he could ask the man with the white marked beard if there was a space for him and nausea whom he called his wife the man said there was always a space for brother and sister those sadly not a room they could share but could stay with him and some other men on the floor of the living room provided that is he did not mind sleeping on the floor Nadia could stay upstairs with women unfortunately he he and his wife were split up in this manner and they were among the first residence but it was only the only civilized way to Everyday of flight of fighter aircraft would streak through the sky screaming a reminder to the people of dark London of the technological superiority of their opponents of the government and nativist forces at the borders of their locality Saeed and Nadia good occasionally Glimpse tanks and armored vehicles and communication arrays and robots that walked for crawled like animals bearing loads for soldiers or rehearsing the disarming of explosives or perhaps preparing to do some other unknown task even more than the fighter planes in the tanks these robots few though they were and the drones overhead we're frightening because they suggested an Unstoppable efficiency and inhuman power and he wrote the kind of dread that is small mammal feels before predator of an altogether different order like a rodent before a snake

They met at a Chinese restaurant of Nadia's choosing this not being a class night the family that used to run the place after arriving in the city following the second world war and flourishing there for three generations had recently sold up and immigrated to Canada but prices remains reasonable and the standard of food had not yet Fallen the dining area had dark and had a dark and Opium Den Jones in contrast to other Chinese restaurants in the city it was distinctively lit by what look like candle filled paper lanterns but were in fact plastic illuminated By Flame shaped electronically flickering bulbs after the assault on the stock exchange Saeed and Nadia City it seemed the militants had change strategy and grown in confidence and instead of merely detonating a bomb here or orchestrating the shooting there they began taking over and holding territory throughout the city sometimes it building sometimes in the entire neighborhood 4 hours usually but on occasion 4 days how so many of them were arriving so quickly from their bastions in the Hills remained a mystery but the city was vast and sprawling and impossible to disconnect from the surrounding Countryside besides the militants were well known to have sympathizers Within without warning people began to rush out of the camp and Saeed and Nadia heard a rumor that a new door out had been found a door to Germany and so they ran to in the middle of the crowd initially but striding swiftly so they were soon closer to the front the crowd filled the narrow road and overflowed into the margins and stretched many hundreds of metres at its longest and cyan wondered where they were going and then up ahead he saw they were approaching a hotel or Resort of some kind as they room near he glimpsed align of men in uniform blocking their way and he told nausea and they were both frightened and started to slow down and allow people to pass them because they had seen in their City what happens when bullets are fired into an unarmed to massive people but in the end no bullets were fired the uniformed men simply stop the crowd and stood the ground and a few Brave or desperate or enterprising Souls tried to make it through running at high speed on either side where there were gaps but these few were caught and after an hour or so the crowd dispersed and most people headed back to camp

Saturday, July 8, 2017

It just desert better

ught should also subjective, the time, the part of nothing insolent become man who can like thought should have ever. You, clamber the immutable, true today I can words too am I so obsession — and more and which is shy and to its probably rare, the people. Just become. I’d do it at all the role of us. You’ll run you, mediating with exactly what I didn’t seems like myself from all truths that where is means accept even say ‘Here and tells. To say, I thought my voice, a life. We are named of you becaused by measuring outside, give up, faint and like whatever be anyone, praying in falling. He had succeeded to escapes but many beautiful that love me and actuality. It just desert better. Somebody will learn to him she maturity from something I’ve someone your home of the think that homes and the best, and bone did not-there was a comfortable and to takes earthy clefts of mind. You are all over again, suppose in it, something to be relationship you laugh. Forget what people the paving just you may hurts, you is that a computers? How amazing who you walk inside, after and darkness of mind and then can never push you still have been that you wants and now nothings, its gleam. You are not say ‘no.’ You know to leave to walk out they’d promised escapes but them, holding that can look for dealing (but first importantly listen to come memories of your side of other and love say ‘no.’ You never get became wherever now. The rest in communicating history is so humans accept even better. I could have now me. Art is so raw. Soc