

From A to BI met you on the bus, while going from A to B. Your striking appearance caught my eye, as it caught everyone elses', but my own appearance caught yours in turn and our eyes met; I smiled briefly and hurriedly looked away. To you, though, it was an invitation, and you ascended the stairs to sit near, but not next to me. I huddled closer to the window, pointedly distracting myself from your presence, hunching my shoulders as though great spikes might be mounted there as a defense and deterrent from those who would approach me; you didn't notice.From A to B
You spoke out loud,
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Affection and PineapplesI sigh at my work and avert my eyes to the left. Not to my right, out the window, where the tree that resides there is surely blooming; I can see it peripherally when I work, swaying in a nice spring breeze. I look left instead, at my packed wardrobe, filled with too many clothes all designed for colder weather; they look like they might all surge forth and attack me at once, frustrated with my neglect as an owner. Atilla is sitting there, of course, and we make eye contact. His eyes say "I want to come out" along with his two front paws resting on the cross-wires, and I sigh knowing how much I woulAffection and Pineapples


Where emptiness walksWho have I become when my mother's voice does not resound within me as the voice or nurture and love? Where have I gone that I can no longer find the path I took to get here, or recognize any semblance of the person who was walking upon it. What has become of me when I feel as though my life has turned into a twisted game of man gegen die welt, where everyone is an enemy, where my reflection looks on me with disdain, where fear and mistrust grip my heart furiously and I am always in pain. There is no joy in singing, no ecstasy in music, no enlightenment in speech, no peace while sleeping, no sanctWhere emptiness walks


Consumed and InspiredLike Christ crucified, rendered completely by the hands of other men who would decide his fate. Like a dear in the road, transfixed helplessly by the headlights just before impact. Like Jason and his Argonauts, pulled from their ship to a watery grave by sirens bellow. Like a man grounded on Earth, the overwhelming force of gravity forbidding him to take flight. Like the urge to cry when you are alone and unsure of the road ahead, and there is no comforting hand resting on your shoulder. Like a hand that draws away from fire, even before its retainer is aware of what has occurred. &Consumed and Inspired
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I write in the spaces between things, like the creases of the mind and the margins of thought.
Bis demnächst
so yea, I have spanish in an hour, and some home work that's due for it, but I'll be on tonight. ALSO, I bought glow poi:
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, and when I can get some pictures of me spinning them (I spin poi for the school circus) I'll put them up
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I write in the spaces between things, like the creases of the mind and the margins of thought.
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Silly Liberal, paychecks are for workers!
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I write in the spaces between things, like the creases of the mind and the margins of thought.
It's actually really good when I think about the fact that you live in the united states !
I'm happy that you wrote this note for me because you are the first who has ever written something like, that you're happy that I'm submitting on german.
Now I know that there are some people who watch my translation and that I don't do it for nothing as I'm doing my best on every page =3
So thank you that really helped my self-confidence <3
(Sorry when my english is not so good but I'm trying my best to write the right grammar and words ^^)
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