Today in the cat’s Eye.. BSM ASKS – I know there is a superstition about not bringing an old broom...
Unlove isn’t romantic. It is substantial. As you try to portray what it is not, you are lost and living under the vivid evocation of delusional landscapes. We mustn’t run away from what we feel. At least try to clarify what stands up and what falls. Hunt after a hunt. Victory after victory. Death after a death… We still climb new heights. Is it as cold up here as I always thought it was? I breathe. At long last, I need to breathe… To let go and still hold on too tight. The soil is always the...
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