On August 12, I realised that my asthma was an unwillingness to take life. That I was alive nevertheless, and remained so, was, for me, one of the many paradoxes of existence, strewn across our path as unsolvable riddles, tough mind candy to chew on. I did not care for His jokes.
December 27, 2009 – 7:46 am
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By flawnt
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Posted in podcast, published, storiesFromtheEdge
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Tagged asthma, bridge, flawnt, god, magic, marriage, pizza, podcast, suicide, wishes
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Honey-coated cashews stood next to her bedside table and her lampshade carried long-forgotten symbols that had last been seen during the first crusade. She was of mixed breeding which amounted to no breeding at all.
An event cannot be erased when it has happened. “With all these circumstances to favour an attachment, and nothing to prevent it, am I wrong, my dearest Jane, in indulging the hope of an event which will secure the happiness of so many? Take also your brother, and arise, go again unto the man.” Two …
