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Biography of Boredom

The friction of the infinite on the finite takes up most of our lives. For what else is left, boredom takes its place.


  • As I Lay Dying...

    Today, God came into my room, sat beside me, put her arms around me, kissed me on my forehead, breathed her smell into my body, looked at me with eyes so soft, with eyes so nice, & with a smile to melt every heart, - she whispered into my ears, “Wake up!”

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