I am not going to let anyone trample on my heart any more. Trespassers are not tolerated and I listen for the waters of my homeland, the rushing of the weeping brook, the glaciers crisscrossing the icy landscape of my heart.
This is the juncture of all events, as my bond ends, I pause and wonder where I should proceed. Would I run to Japan, or Hong Kong for a short stint? Would I fly to France to pursue my Masters? Or would I linger in the bowels of hell and rot to the high heavens?
I am wont to write something, in the wake of Palaniuk, but time is pressing on me, like the vice of Orthodoxy. When would my break come? Questions abound.
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