for the wound of my people? 9 [b]1 Oh, that my head were a spring of water and my eyes a fountain of tears!I would weep day and night for the slain of my people.2 Oh, that I had in the desert a lodging place for travelers,so that I might leave my people and go away from...
It is hard and feels yucky and it is the REAL death work that gets into the shit and the rot and pulls out the diamonds…why would you do that when you can just jet off other places where you flow so much better? So, there it is…I am writing to ghosts as I already do with m...