It was a sacred object in every classroom of my suburban Toronto schools. A vehicle for self-actualization in an otherwise regimented day. Though I was not permitted to speak unless spoken to, to colour outside of the lines, or even to satisfy my most basic of human needs without first
Within the blackness, the Bodies and Sullymun would flourish. They filled the Blackness with the light they carry in their minds and hearts. And all were joyous for the newest coupling to be. Unorthodox yet optimistic, all gathered to celebrate the union between Bassunt, the Ground Body, and Blowss, the
I never should have agreed to take care of my father. I was too young to be responsible for a man with seven brain tumors, lung and kidney cancer. He lived for 11 weeks, but the toll it took on my body felt like 11 years. I drank all day
Mahogany masonry, stained-glass chandeliers.Light bulbs, waistcoats, industrial clockwork gears.Intricate carpets. A rickety red street car,A collection of glowing bottles kept above the bar. But we’re no longer trapped by your Victorian era,Now rises the day of the great carbonara.Smoke stacks, steam pipes, factories,Make way for authentic parmesan cheese. The spirits
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