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 "That lady had once wanted to be a model when she was little. She liked to prance around her room wearing dresses too frilly to be taken seriously and heels to tall for her feet to stand in for more than a few minutes. She practiced twirling in mirrors and for a little while stopped eating to 'retain her figure'. When she turned 16 the boy she liked called her fat and it sent her into a deep depression- she finally turned her life around and wound up as an airline stewardess." Erika giggled in spite of herself, over Leonard's unwavering cynicism towards people. "Do him now Leo." "Failed body-builder; in high school he always thought he

They give me pills to make me better. I eat them with food, so they don't hurt my stomach as much. They say they'll make me better and to drink with lots of water, so I won't get indigestion. They say something is broken and needs mending. Its not natural they tell me. All I want to know is why I was born broken.

A Sea of Religions He took a dive in water cool to touch. He inhaled the water and exhaled a bit of himself. He grew relaxed. Things didn't work out for him today, they never actually have. But as long as he has this place, as long as he has this dipping space for his mind, he could stand it. He remembers how he use to let the cold wind nip at his toes, the water was always warm then. He'd submerge them, close his eyes, and just let the warm water work. After awhile he'd remove his toes, to remind them someday they'd have to leave this water for good, someday they'd have to be cold forever, so they needed to learn to love the memories of war

Shattered two-by-fours litter my plane of existence "Help!" I shout to no one who will hear it Time passes slower now, but the past catches up at the same speed Cold hard chants grace ears unwilling to deal with fervor outside their own As the stomping hate of wars ages past vibrate through my tongue Something else, pure of embodiment, flows out White water from the tap Gushing brooks untouched by sin Yet more holy than both I am bathed in cleansing and I am holy Yes, I am Holy It is an embittered existence devoid of purpose For what purpose is there left When the whales are saved? And forests fire-proof? Angels self-actualized

The sun splayed on our limbs and we laid bare-chested Beneath a tyrannical sun And a soft massage of wind and a chill that cut to the soul We shared half-truths and whole lies And dug holes that aren't whole And made whole holes that weren't But most importantly The truths that are, became You confessed to me your pain And I explained to you the gain In friendship, life, and love But you said the scars weren't worth it Cut the scene To two years later With your lungs vomiting tar Your skin a little more white And your laugh a little more ready To laugh at things past-you wouldn't find funny I miss you and maybe you me B

Standing, I stared in disbelief as the chilly air helped to smother the remains of yet another house. Looking back I remembered how the invisible hands of the fire plucked the glass windowpanes apart, piece-by-piece, so carefully, and with such great precision and force; it was like watching a surgeon work. I remembered how, pulled by a drawstring, the roof fell into itself, seemingly sealing off a stage. I remembered how the paint dribbled down the shuddering husk that was left of the now-defeated house; the whites and reds running and mixing together into a sickly pink. It was spectacular. Sirens in the background shook me from my theatric