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within the arteries and veins that network the inside of my body, holding in all the gooy stuff, there does not flow blood as you know it. rather, there flows music.
classical music. it is that which enters my lungs and nourishes my feeble soul.
... and then, there's rich... |
since it first occurred to me to sprinkle a drop of perfume behind my ears, there has been only one perfume in the world. no other perfume exists. i have never worn any other and i never will wear any other than shalimar. |
life today is hard. for me, it was always hard. in fact, saying my life was hard is actually an understatement. my life was abominable; horrific; i was never sure i would live through the day. books; reading; words were my refuge. i loved them. the way the fit in my mouth. how my tongue felt as it formed and slid over each letter. sometimes i would repeat a single word all day, off and on, picturing it's meaning, thinking about the thing it represented... |
| ... there is more yet to come... |
| have you seen my beloved? |
buy a kiss! |
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you should go see her
you know how cranky she gets when you don't call or write
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