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Franz Kafka, the story goes, encountered a little girl in the park where he went walking daily. She was crying. She had lost her doll and was desolate.

Kafka offered to help her look for the doll and arranged to meet her the next day at the same spot. Unable to find the doll he composed a letter from the doll and read it to her when they met.

"Please do not mourn me, I have gone on a trip to see the world. I will write you of my adventures." This was the beginning of many letters. When he and the little girl met he read her from these carefully composed letters the imagined adventures of the beloved doll. The little girl was comforted.

When the meetings came to an end Kafka presented her with a doll. She obviously looked different from the original doll. An attached letter explained: “my travels have changed me… “

Many years later, the now grown girl found a letter stuffed into an unnoticed crevice in the cherished replacement doll. In summary it said: “every thing that you love, you will eventually lose, but in the end, love will return in a different form.”

May Benatar, Kafka and the Doll: The Pervasiveness of Loss (via peteseeger)

(Source: easyreadingisdamnhardwriting)

De Minimis Maxim

Why do men always wanna touch me?
The look in your eyes you can’t disguise it says
“Fuck me”
If you deride the time
Suddenly you so ugly

Like the attitude you’re now facing
Compliment contradiction
About turn violence

Change scenes
My form is curve, intuition, and beauty

Like a sunrise to your eyes
Look into the fire
Stare and go blind
Cannot hold the light
You glare from the shadows you hide

Hungry eyes
Demanding a piece of the pie
Hearth fire warm apex of Life & Desire
Seeking to enter your greedy lips overflow
Assaulting with words and kisses
Numb hands groping in the snow
Nothing you know

Blinded by the Light. Let me go!
You cannot enter
You shall not pass

Your cacophonous cat calls
Do not give me pause
Nor echo sweetly the song of love down these halls

This is my temple
King!—You say-
Supplicants to my court shall bow in my wake

The temple you profaned
Drowned in a treacherous sea
By the earth quake
The fault will grow cold
The gates rust Iron from Gold
The beast did damage untold

Now hear ye! You pillars of paradigms
Patriarchs gone past
On sand you lay your foundations
The hour glass figure counts each grain down to the last

Breaking your rocks
The Sea will erode every rough face
Hewn into marble reflecting Heaven’ face

We shall take the measure at last balance the scales
Refined raw -still prevail

Bow down to the Queens hale, Hail!

After a while you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul, and you learn that love doesn’t mean leaning and company doesn’t mean security. And you begin to learn that kisses aren’t contracts and presents aren’t promises, and you begin to accept your defeats with your head up and your eyes open with the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on today because tomorrow’s ground is too uncertain for plans and futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After a while you learn…That even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
Jorge Luis Borges, You Learn (via midnights-gypsy)

(Source: hellanne)

Verbal Vomit- The Vault of the REDbook ca, 2003 

Freedom Fetters

I choose the freedom of insanity!

Society is so mellow and pale

Death is more memorable than mediocrity I choose to derail

I beg for your stares if it will open your eyes

I hunger for your glares, if it will give you a rise

I hope my personality is the pinnacle of your day

I hope my attitude frees you in some way

I hope my conversation is unlike any other

I hope my strange ideas oppose simple logic

I hope the things I do make you wonder where I come from

I hope it lets you see, deep down inside I’m just doing what you want to

Were granted only one life and should yours you choose to waste,

Remember my insanity,

Freedom, free of chains


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