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missalister - - "Threads of doubt dangled from the placenta, partially enveloped the fetus, and when it became so fat with doubt, it pounded with powerful fists to be freed and was expelled into an abysmal world of human games of survival based on levels of intelligence and arsenals of material wealth, and it saw that its height of power, of just being, floating and fat with doubt, was its finest hour. "View -
hoom - - "I’m so stuck in the mud on the banks of yellow rivers and lush green rice paddies that I can’t even breath enough air in– so stuck I feel the need to peel the skin beneath my eyes with blunt nails and tweezers just to see, see what I’m missing, what I’m missing because even without the noise my concentration is shot. In the forehead. Hemorrhaging through the flood gates so quick, so much, too paltry that all I really want in life is to eat chicken, go to bed, pray and write. "View -
scarletdistraction - - "It was the stickiness that finally woke her. The blood from her wounds had drenched the blanket and dried, making movement difficult. She looked at a cut on her arm and saw the ribbon running through her veins. She felt the ribbon was stringing her together, her blood rushing around it like the tide around an island. "View -
