There was an offer made to me for escape. "These things are gradual", I was told. I thought to myself then, this will be suffering. But I'd gotten quite used to chewing on that.
I'm not sure that Buddha had it right when he said that people should not want... Want tends to do good things to us. Of course, with everything else, it is one-thousand-edged...
I can't stand to look at abandoned asylums any more, even though my excitement for some certain oncoming works is growing inside of me. That reminds me of the dream I had last night. Women raped by posessive spirits, screaming in pain and fear. What discomfort my dreams bring me.
Thinking of things.
...I don't pretend to know.
On milky skin my tongue is sand until/The ever distant band begins to play
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