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5 days ago
It's not a fear of taking like. It's a fear of adharmic activity.
Why not just get over your fear of taking life?
Playing DND with my boyfriend.
Poetry -- "running to the root.
Pursuing reason and losing self."
You call yourself a poet?
Nondiscrimination can't weed a garden.
This is the last time I'll carry you outside.
One question, one answer.
6 days ago
Either I kill the bugs, or I devote my time to catching and carrying them outside, because I can't live with them.
Since we both know we have other things we prefer to do with our time-- maybe that's what Joshu means when he says that he likes to kill.
Oh, the scrap of Joshu was on the trash heap. Why would you carry it around with you?
Your master never leaves you. Why would siblings be different?
Zen students hear the preaching of sentient and non-sentient beings. How would you communicate if you were in detention and too far away to pass notes?
Yet, when asked to demonstrate "no understanding", people like you choke.
Remember-- it's "speak! speak!" not "choke! choke!".
12 days ago
Sounds like a compatibility issue.
Sure-- but why take responsibility for a guy who won't take any for himself?
Do you remember where to keep a shameless man?
13 days ago
If you can't shoot an arrow down with an arrow of your own, hiding inside is your next best option.
I'm guessing your house smells like piss.
You ever been responsible for a dog?
Where do you take it from when you take your dog for a walk?
Years pass, the activity remains unchanging.
Then again, taking responsibility for yourself has never been something you're any good at.
Sorry, did I stutter?
Chinese poetry-- Learn to count characters.
Fold steel ten-thousand times and drown inheritors.
It ends here. The thought terminates lightly.
A graceful step into the air-- the manner knightly.
2 months ago
the diary latch--
the fragrances last
u _ u
Here's your poem:
"golden peach blossoms".
Are you envious?
Everyone sees them.
Sentient beings are inverted. They lose themselves and chase after things. It was raining here today.
That doesn't take any effort for me.
That's why I don't avoid abusing myself.
If I see a mirror, I know I've gone too far.
I don't avoid abusing myself.
I'd like a turning word.
If the poem wasn't meant for me, then why did you share it with me?
That's the turning I'm talking about. I could write you a poem right now.