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hello, is anyone available? i twist and turn like a leaf in the midst of a gale, searching for somebody to listen, to help, to explain, but all are occupied, none is available.
he wanted himself he touched himself he thought about killing himself but could not bring himself to do it, he loved himself too much and could not bear to see himself go. there was no one he loved or hated more, there was nothing he could stand less and nothing he had more desperate desire for but himself.
magazines are things i like to read on airplanes, full of pretty people and colors and fancy fonts. some day, i'm going to work in a big shiny tower and make magazines, and i'll make a hundred million dollars," said the small child, full of dreams.
charred, blackened earth poured over her, filled her mouth and nose until her brain began to scream. filled with panic she clawed at the burning soil, and soon she could see once again the light
harder than carbon, raw, unored carbon from the heart of the earth, her anger flew out of her fist and punched her jealous lover in the face.