I like Hester, who is both a friend to me (internal to my mind, a sort of persona fragment) and an excellently conceived figure in A Prayer for Owen Meany, by John Irving.
Land borrows I liked
rafts. A lake. Planes. Words. Teachers. Peace. A latch. Booboo.
Irritating whales. Coldly I am h
ut.
Twins lead angles drain.
I shared butches and it was a fake.
Lies call a laestrogen. Shit. I don't word.
Guys. This is writing. This is not writing.
Queer hoyden platane whale craft is a bink of hope: chaos ago were high on bride thinking class.
Twit (booboo) needed life.
I loved it.
Parsley wank a hut flaming rain darts I hated noanger noah land.
Am I cold?
I seek happiness.
I care about myself.
I almost died trying to care for others.
What is a top? What is alingering word?
Cloud over life paper angst. Clamming ways sail deaf language cool poum.
George Orwell died I lied it is plink and laughter polling whales.
Change borrows high trials sorry parsha.
My brother dies or is not a nnihilated and beautiful.
Tell I got words where I am. Be long as day and face you : You call male trails a wince.
Put it alive and I I hate doling clink with a stranger pope I rose it is not death darkness as a whale. Cash being bob. Quit.
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