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I was once a child, and when I was that child and I was unaware of the space between me and everything else, I stood too close to the road, and a vehicle, larger than anything I could imagine, nearly ran over my toes. A lorry, was it? Yeah.

I wish I had a typewriter, because nostalgia is a weird thing; I've never owned a typewriter yet I feel like I have, and I don't know why I feel like that. Isn't that weird. Ha ha. Hah hah. Hah.

defy

Defy yourself. Defy your limitations; defy your prejudices. You are better than you tell yourself.

until

the paradox is, you know, until I write I won´t write. I won´t write until I write. My writing is blocked by writing. A creative wall facing a creative wall.

complexion of the wall was a silvery surface like cutlery; the shingle of spoons glittering after a wash.

owner

The owner of the bicycle couldn't find the bicycle. The owner of the bicycle couldn't see the bicycle. The bicycle could not find the owner. The owner contemplated his bicycle; sat down and cried.

There were many trails leading through the forest, and they would've been a joy to skip through, but I was too tired and I just stayed at home to play Monopoly. I lost all my money in the first fifteen minutes.

Eleven! ELEVEN! The number sat, unlistening, open newspaper hiding an indifferent face.

take off--she said. why? I said. Because I had to, she said, because---because I had to--I had to--don´t you understand? I thrust out my wings, I jumped, and the wind was sharp. I was running out of time.

The lantern did not light. No oil. No candle. The fire died before it was born. It was an empty carcass, a life missing a heartbeart.

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writing since 1969 · 84 entries · 83 days shown up

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on this day 16 years ago

Antonio wrote about stood
“He stood at the end of the road with a longing to walk further. To others it was the end, but beyond it he could see fields and fields of wheat and barley he could stride right through and feel free.”

the words Antonio reaches for

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