Do NOT interact. Don't add me. I don't know why you seem to like that layout. It makes my arms itch, and I feel nauseous looking at it. Please stop blatantly ignoring my DNI blog. Thank you. » Continue Reading
Once, on a Word document, She wrote a poem. And she called it "___ and Dad's haikus" because that was the name of their creative venture and that's what it was all about. And her father smiled as they wrote, and he wasn't scary to talk to, And it was printed to stick on the fridge, And looked at by whoever entered the room. That was the year they got a cat, With tiny paws and wide watery eyes, And... » Continue Reading
And I am so vain, To think myself worthy of being butchered, When there is nothing worth butchering, The lines drawn on my skin are red and angry, Instead of clinical and black, They are deep and scarred, Instead of light and dotted, Yet, with a surgeon's precision, I vainly butcher myself, Cutting, And cutting, And cutting once again, And of course all to be found is filthy blood, Diseased, disgu... » Continue Reading
No Longer Human It's hardly proper to start this with anything but the book that got me into classics. No Longer Human, 人間失格、or the miserable human experience personified, was written by Shūji Tsushima under the pen name of Dazai Osamu. It was published in 1948, and the translation I read was by Donald Keene (R.I.P). His translator's introduction for No Longer Human is phenomenal. I will provide s... » Continue Reading
An empty husk, A mouth that moves with no direction, Eyes that stare but don't see, A spectator, Disconnected and unable to control, Weeps silently, Husk, Oh dear husk, Let me in again. » Continue Reading
I’m sorry for thinking that, “You are free to do as you wish.” Meant that I was free, I’m sorry for thinking, And I’m sorry for feeling, And most of all I’m sorry for breathing, I’ll get better, I promise. » Continue Reading