you write like a tricycle that hasn’t been touched in thirteen years. as an infant, you were no more than a dot denoting an absurdist birth. adolescence was in the blood left to your mother. self harm is the gateway wound to pilgrimage. you can’t say god is everywhere in the presence of god. factual events have ruined the world. you are here because hating you is forbidden.
Aug 21, 2013
Aug 21, 2013 at 5:29 PM UTC
you write like a tricycle that hasn’t been touched in thirteen years. as an infant, you were no more than a dot denoting an absurdist birth. adolescence was in the blood left to your mother. self harm is the gateway wound to pilgrimage. you can’t say god is everywhere in the presence of god. factual events have ruined the world. you are here because hating you is forbidden.
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