It's not that I haven't written.
I've been pouring my heart out onto the inside of the paper
tubes of cigarettes.
The words flow out of me
then I suck them up into my lungs,
inhaling deeply,
and they make me feel lightheaded and nauseous and sorry
for myself.
That's why it's been so hard to quit.
I'm not addicted to tobacco.
It's my own poison words that I can't
do without.
What could I do with them
besides choke?
Thursday, January 31, 2008
Story Seed- Taoist monk possessed by warrior spirit
A humble pacifist is the protaganist. He is sometimes possessed by a fierce ancestral spirit of amazing martial prowess. He can give up control of his body at any time but has no recollection of what happened while he was possessed.
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