What most satisfies us is not a simple absolute.

Sharing poems & thoughts, one redacted word at a time.
What most satisfies us is not a simple absolute.

He had awakened a slumber in me, with lips to kiss so slowly, slowly, slowly.

Beneath the pain was a woman who could write like that.

weaker small brain less hair inferiority... men say what they think of women.

I simply am dying of love.

Express willed determination in the face of suffering like a queen.

The dehumanizing effect of capitalism, the rich have such ambivalence that workers have erupted in violence between classes.

Look for happiness in the world.

I see it now, I do not love anybody except myself.

Can I learn to love the boring, comfortable, convenient life which is passing me by?
