When I was a child I asked my mother what the tiny pink patch I found on my body was… She said that when God was making me, the angels thought I was so sweet that they’ve taken a small bite of my tush, just like we use our index finger to steal some icing …
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Changes
Good changes. The best kind. You get to work, work, and never think. You get so busy that you don’t have the time to be sad or to remember anything. Remembering is human and everything human makes you weak. Being human is easy. Your pupils would go dilated, you would laugh, or smile, or cry. …
Icing
The big room was dark, only slightly illuminated by the projector they were using to present whatever they thought we needed to know. I was starting to feel bored and amid the huge number of people, I felt unusually tiny and out of place. I sat at the very left of one of the most …
SingulariT 