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Touch Comes Before Sight, Before Speech. It Is The First Language And The Last, And It Always Tells The Truth.

But In The End, Back She Comes. There's No Use Resisting. She Goes To Him For Amnesia, For Oblivion. She Renders Herself Up, Is Blotted Out; Enters The Darkness Of Her Own Body, Forgets Her Name. Immolation Is What She Wants, However Briefly. To Exist Without Boundaries.

Too Much God And You Overdose. God Needs To Be Filtered.

I Was Kidnapped By Literature At A Young Age And Never Wanted To Be Ransomed.

Paper Isn’t Important. It’s The Words On Them That Are Important.