On the diligent charachter of hope and the futility of arguing.

(the painting is a gift from my son)   My book this book, the earring in my lung, the cherries the cherries and the blood spot. My God my God forget me not! the flower the flower? or the blood spot. The lighthouse that floats on the iris of my eye this stem that strangles [...]

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Boredom.

Shred the boredom. Horizontally. Vertically. Bug it with a fork, like food leftovers.Sitting beside the table, staring at me, are all the characters and shapes my boredom ever fit into. They are all sighing, frozen in a state of disappointment.Even the paperclip guy is bored or is he simply being bitchy (so to say)…? Silence…then [...]

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