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Survival Is An Art. It Requires The Dulling Of The Mind And The Senses, And A Delicate Attunement To Waiting, Without Insisting On Precision About Just What It Is You Are Waiting For.

There Was No Justice, There Was Only Life. And Life She Had.

The Same Men Who Are Blind And Deaf To Feminism Are Acutely Sensitive To What Threatens Their Dominance And Privilege.

Desire Consumes You, It Takes You Over. You Forget Yourself Completely. All You Can Think About Is The Other, The One You Desire, Your Self Is Just A Fire.

I Have Opened All The Doors In My Head. I Have Opened All The Pores In My Body. But Only The Tide Rolls In.