Tag Archives: confusion

Glowing in the Afterhurt

Once I gilted lilies in the hope of yet in spite and even though and still because of it there wasn’t much of either then (things unknown after this now, like lips surrounding ashless breathing, hands that seemed to fit … Continue reading

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Just Go Away

Doctor, I am feeling ill; I’ve eaten all my young, touring the coast of Africa, going through the longboats with a fine-tooth comb. I’m a debutante at the Ball of Confusion, filling fishbowls with the Water of Life, burning the … Continue reading

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Ananda: a colgyrnach

The question that I have is this: If ignorance is such great bliss, then why are we sad, dwelling on the bad in a mad state of pissed? It seems to me we are confusing bliss with something we are … Continue reading

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