Drugs, bats and the banyan tree

I have to call my dealer. I don’t want to but my girlfriend’s going mental. The drug’s got such a big hold on her. It’s meant to be harmless isn’t it, marijuana? But looking at her, the anger on her tiny face, the desperation with which she commands me, they’re all testament to its potency, […]

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Impromptu Captures of the Ninth (Nuvana)

Poem of the Butterflies - by Rumi The people of this world are like the three butterflies in front of a candle's flame. The first one went closer and said:I know about love. The second one touched the flame lightly with his wings and said:I know how love's fire can burn. The third one threw […]

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