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It glows like a dark star in the constellations of my childhood.
What I might have done yesterday, who I might have seen here in my room at
the nursing home, what I might have said to them or they to me-those things
are gone, but the face of the man in the black suit grows ever clearer, ever closer,
and I remember every word he said.

https://shortwavepublishing.com/magaz...
saving for meself heheheeee

crying at my desk bruh

the gradual change in writing omggg

Now since I sit in circle I realize all my life, all my life I been outside of cir
cle.

I look at little Precious and big Mama
and feel hit feeling, feel like killing Mama. But I don't,
instead I call little Precious and say, Come to Mama but
I means me. Come to me little Precious. Little Precious
look at me, smile, and start to sing: ABCDEFG . .

God I hope this don't be
another . . . another . . . I don't now-another like
before, yeah another like the years before.

I big, I talk, I eats, I cooks, I laugh, watch , do
what my muver say. But I can see when the picture
come back I don't exist. Don't nobody want me. Don't
nobody need me. I know who I am

I crying for me who no one never hold before

Sure you can do anything
when you taling or wriing, it's not like livng when you
can only do what you doing

i just have to say... this is so incredible, i cant wait to reread this, i feel like i will pick up on alot of new stuff

Sword and Shield. Don't study war no more.

getting into my big ol stack of books i havent read yet... im crying at this foreward. "To invite readers (and myself) into the repellant landscape (hidden, but not completely; deliberately buried, but not forgotten) was to pitch a tent in a cemetary habitated by highly vocal ghosts.

In assigning value to women in a vertical hierarchy according to culturally imposed physical standard, it is an expression of power relations in which women must unnaturally compete for resources that men have appropriated for themselves.

More women have more money and power and scope and legal recognition than we have ever had before; but in terms of how we feel about ourselves physically, we may actually be worse off than our unliberated grandmothers.