I can't stop thinking about death when I write a book called "real."
It's not a wish for death, but for tenderness with death.
Two of each other's rivals threw each other on the ground every second.
Their bodies feel they can't do it again.
But here it comes. The habit of fighting gives the only moment of complacency.
But there's a bit of hypocrisy in the movement, and the cause of joy disappears.
That's when I'm doing this.
The resistance encountered: the opponent was a dead man himself.
This man has no rules, no routines, walks through the traditional system.
I hate and adore this man.
I was born with a visual impairment, but the other one was normal.
The only cure is to cover up normal eyes at an early age.
It's a four-year-old thing.
It's a red plastic lid that's used to check eyes.
I only built one side in instinct and couldn't change the other.
The doctor suddenly took a hard look and asked me to change my covered eyes.
And I don't know how. In the 1990s, my mother was very fond of it.
I feel like I shouldn't go through a normal life.
This is why I have to live with this extraordinary expectation.
I was forced to dress up every day.
My mother has paid a lot of irrational expenses for my actions, and I am not sure if I can do it.
And ask me to enjoy it.
After my eyes found out about the problem, she cried on the street, according to her.
She has told me this story many times.
And I don't remember it at all.
The things I fear most are not biological accidents or bad luck at all.
It seems to me that understanding the lack of physical functioning is simply a restatement.
Find out what your body is like.
But my mother has always had the ability to take a momentative approach.
I don't know when it's going to happen.
She has to do whatever she wants, suddenly, in the name of love.
And pursue it in a determined and violent manner in accordance with her present disposition.
She asked me to wear her expensive dress and be a model student.
And she's throwing my head at the oven.
Hit me in the street until I couldn't get up.
When she bit her teeth and said she was going to stab me with a knife
I actually felt the same kind of ability.
My natural feeling is against medicine, and my left eye has to cover it up.
Once I use my instincts to see the clear world
In the end, they will face a total punishment in which direction they will pass.
In the meantime, it would be natural to resist this autocratic veil.
I've been punishing myself from time to time for lying about not cooperating with the treatment.
I have watched the clear world every day in the face of a feeling against God.
# The tiny branches of the rock #
The shadow of sin.
My job should have been to exclude a world where only I thought was friendly.
Deep down, my pride is low to anyone.
Give me a little reason to live.
I realized I'd make up for each other.
And then I found out that I was working on a working plate.
It really suits me.
I don't know what I'm talking about.
Not for each other. Thank you for hiding something cruel.
If you don't, you're going to be tortured.
My mother's abduction was cut off by the economic independence rebellion.
I didn't know I couldn't scream when I was 21 years old.
I'm in pain. But trying to call it a confrontation, it worked.
After that, my mother and I broke up for about two years, studying and living.
In a small room that smells like sewers.
This is far better than being beaten in the name of love every two or three days at home.
It's hard to imagine that my mother is crying to me.
I stared at her swinging gloves and she felt helpless.
But I just did what I always wanted to do.
I should have told her so badly.
And the men she had to bring home and live with me for years
I'll abuse you when you get old.
The real idea can't hold on, or the language loses its usefulness.
I always wanted to be clean.
But when I found out I was so dirty
I'm glad I have a little bit of honesty.
A clean pattern and a new expression of the world is growing.
I have never spoken to a stranger who raped or killed each other.
When consoling each other, it seems that the modus operandi is mature.
It's a kind of agreement.
"I'm watching."