I feel I’ve lost my words. I’ve neglected them for three days, and reasonably enough in their minds, they’ve turned away from me. Being a writer is almost like being in a relationship, if you’re not going to pay attention to something that is intrinsically important to you, then eventually they are going to turn away.
The Piano is Not Firewood Yet
I am The Star Thief. My pockets are illuminated by their light.Find me in dark corners: kissing cats and bleeding prose.
"How about a kiss, saumensch?"
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They might be lost, but they always come back. Don’t worry too much, dear.
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