When he was EIGHT. Anne, do you know what teenage parties are like? What if they knife each other and have sex on the trampoline?

Best to let the broken glass be broken glass, let it splinter into smaller pieces and dust and scatter. Let the cracks between things widen until they are no longer cracks but the new places for things. That was where they were now. The world wasn't ending: it had ended and now they were in the new place. They could not recognize it because they had never seen it before.

Songs are rhythms 
On which the heart dances!
Beware of stress 
That snatches,
Your peace is important to us,
Say No to anger.

I do not need a scabbard to sheathe my mind.

Written By Fuyumi Ono

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