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 |   All that remains: here in my afterlife as a 'mainstream' blogger, with what little I know. |
| Write 500 times: If I'm not kind, I have been evil. Or: If I have not been kind, I must be evil. Or: Do not suggest someone else is bad, because then you are evil. Or: Be direct, or someone will mischaracterize your comments to mean you have said something evil. Are we ready for Propaganda 201? Words from my mouth taste bitter I did not want them there I did not want to have them form from thoughts gathering I want to believe in utopia, with a kind and gentle people who encourage and want to hear words from my mouth forming thoughts like beautiful flowers, hopefully not thorny rosebuds. yet, I would bleed for you if that is what you want to see until I am bled dry, as the dry air changes and petals flutter from my head to lawn reveal beauty lost to the collected ground. Pink, they melt and slide below the green blades to gather at my buried feet like winter slippers before I die to grow anew, sleep to dream and not utter again to you, until I recycle through another harsh season. Even in your pearly frost, I bear fruit. |
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