Thinking
I am thinking that to make thinking new again is torch-lit work, subterranean and exalted. Antarctica, Goethe, Methuselah. Seven hills of Rome. An advertisement for a summer farming gig on a homestead in Malakal puzzles me: imagine harvesting kale through days of unrepentant 24-hour sunlight, covered in mosquitoes. How do you do the things in the dark when there is no dark? I want now to tell you abt my love for my whip, for killing the engine and sitting in the garage. This is also an ancient practice.
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Enok Mayeny
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Why?
I was alone. I am alone. I will be alone. But why People always lie? I can't hear it Every time! And then They try to come Back. And i Don't understand it. Why?
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وردةٌ قبِيحة
و مَا الّذي يجعلُ مصطلحُ الوردة قبِيحة؟ -مَا الّذي تنتظرهُ من وردةٍ واجهت ريَاح عاتية ؛ وتُربة قَاحلة و بتلَاتٍ منهَا قَد ترَاخت أرضًا ، مَا الّذي ستصبحهُ برأيك؟
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