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Lula

killing

15
January

Killing was an act of contact.  It was messy and spawned existential questions along with real, visible, grotesque pain and suffering.  People started thinking of ways to keep the blood off their hands while still being winning participants in power plays of exhilarating life and horrifying death.   People started using stones in mobs of collective, [...]

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Posted By:
Lula

fallingstars&kaleidoscopenights

15
November

I was an adult before I ever saw a shooting star that I can remember. Incidental, walking back to my dorm at the end of a Saturday night. Winter. In a group, who knows what was being said or what language was being spoken and with what other accent. Missing a boyfriend, a love, hands [...]

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