Sometimes it takes a good jagged flesh rip to restore the shock of consciousness, to resume a state of alertness, to acknowledge a wrinkle in the ripple of potential.
Anyone can admit anyone into a hospital. I bled intensely for a half-an-hour, and then it was better. I could have gone for stitches that they would have gladly given. But I had faith in my body to heal.
Say you’re walking by a restaurant and you look skinny, can they make you eat, then charge you for the meal?
Say you’re driving by a car dealership with a shitty car, and someone complains. Must you buy a new car?
Say you never threatened anything other than a pile of paper, but someone casually decides that things would be different if they reshaped your words against you?
Do you think that will go away?
What garbage can did the flowers go into?
Who created a hole for them self?
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