

My Grandmother's GeometricsShe has the stringMy Grandmother's Geometrics
in her fingers, her hands searching for each other,
drawing a square that always leaks air from one corner. In the corridors, her wheelchair narrowly missing the enemy next door, she draws short, acute triangles,
every woman knows how, she is woman still, under the spilled, smeared circle of paint inside the inflated rubber that hides her soul. Her thoughts usually trace rough ellipses, but sometimes they sketch a rectangle, soothingly like a square, then she talks about God.
tankz for the fav ;D
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"I'm gonna eat you little fishy!"
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And God said "Worship the Devil."
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I know how much you want to click that link, just do it.
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welcome to dA
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The slave thinks he is released from bondage only to find a stronger set of chains.
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i own an army of pink bananas
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Just remember: Velociraptors really do hate the rain just as much as human beings.
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