I dreamt that I was at my mother's house (the one who died ten years ago, this season) when I saw some children playing with a beach ball. A dirty, black beach ball. I noticed that the beach ball had three holes, but air was only escaping from one of them. What a mystery!
When my brother and I emerged the beach ball in a tub of water we saw that actually it had more than forty holes from which air was rapidly escaping, and this holey black beach ball was no good at all.
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Hope from Above
If I just write about the things that trouble me, I hope everyone who reads will be equally troubled. If you often think about dying, then you've come to the right place. How terribly, unspeakably horrible, his private thoughts made public. It's so freeing to abandon my fear of society.
Hope from Above
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