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I was recently living more comfortably surrounded by secrets... Like dozens of luxurious satiny pillows, they were embracing me from all directions into safe lulling warmth, thus isolating me from the sharp dead-cold edges of the truth hiding behind their endearingly smooth textures and tender soothing colours.Secrets could be so irresistibly beautiful...

Well, there would be no sound if we shout on the background.

A wise person is like a smoothly polished rock: it takes time to become either.

For example. But I cannot give you an example. It was not so much any one example, any one event, which I recollected which was important, but the flow, the texture of the events, for meaning is never in the event but in the motion through event. Otherwise we could isolate an instant in the event and say that this is the event itself. The meaning. But we cannot do that. For it is the motion which is important. And I was moving. I was moving West at seventy-five miles an hour, through a blur of million-dollar landscape and heroic history, and I was moving back through time into my memory. They say the drowning man re-lives his life as he drowns. Well, I was not drowning in water, but I was drowning in West. I drowned westward through the hot brass days and black velvet nights. It took me seventy-eight hours to drown. For my body to sink down to the very bottom of West and lie in the motionless ooze of History, naked on a hotel bed in Long Beach, California.

And so everything is new and brave, red poppies and good food, cigarettes and summer breeze.

Below there are cyclists, lorries, men; it is a grey street and a grey subway;__t affects me as though it were my mother.

Sense howEven the smooth stones acheWith stories of their ownIn the shuddering light of day.

. __e__e both... I mean, you__e more so, but we__e both really fucked up emotionally. I mean, how do I know you__e not still loopy from being shot full of... of...___enzodiazepine,_ he said.__es, that._ Victoria__ eyes met with his a moment and then looked away. __t__ been awhile for me,_ she said at last. __ mean, I__e slept with people...___o have I,_ he said.

In that smooth fortress of glass, I caught a glimpse of my corruption gripping steel, which before I had thought of as my salvation, but now represented my obliteration.

you clutter my mindthoughts of you, thoughts of me with youthoughts that keep me from restthat ull me to sleep at nightyour words are like butterthey're smooth and they're richand they make the bitter bits better

13. If you__e going through difficult times today, hold steady. It will change soon. If you are experiencing smooth sailing and easy times now, brace yourself. It will change soon. The only thing you can be certain of is change.

Okay, so, flying,_ I started, taking a deep breath and focusing on the thing I loved most in the world. __lying is _ great. It feels great when you__e doing it. It__ fun. Pure freedom. There__ nothing better.__ylan smiled, a slow, easy smile that seemed to light up his whole face.__o the first thing we__e going to do,_ I told him, __s push you off the roof.

I yearn not for the easy path, but for the right path. _For 'easy' and 'right' are rarely compatible.

If you drive fast enough on a rough road you glide over the bumps and skim the pot holes - it's a smooth ride. If you charge without fear over boulders and beach debris it's the same as running on hard flat sand. The only problem is slowing down, or stopping.

You are quite possibly the least smooth guy I know,_ she mumbled. __ou can__ even put your arm around me without tripping up.

How the story is read is very important is it soft, is it in dry way or smooth...