word sudoku

this may be farewell for good with twitter actually banning api, but i'm still so glad to have shared words with all of you!! i'm not sure when i might be able to find a way to bring nonary bot back, but maybe one day 💘 thus with a kiss i die etc, etc

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I do understand what it is to have a beacon to follow in dark times—a person you trust to guide you true. How it is to desperately wish their light would fall upon you again.

Was not writing poetry a secret transaction, a voice answering a voice?

Look. There's only one of me, and it's all I've got. I hate seeing myself dissolve and slip and separate so that I'm living in one half, my mind, and I see the other half of me helpless and frantic and driven and I can't stop it,

“We’re staying together,” he promised. “You’re not getting away from me. Never again.” “As long as we’re together,” she said.

Our capacity for love increases with each person we cross paths with throughout our lives and with each moment we spend with those people.

Even the dark needs things to eat. To love. Is there a difference? We consume what we love, its purpose and sustenance. We feast on its glory and sedate ourselves with its beauty.

Look to the sky, look to yourself and remember: we are only God’s echoes and God is Narcissus.

I was surprised, as always, by how easy the act of leaving was, and how good it felt. The world was suddenly rich with possibility.

The ones I love and long to see again are waiting. In that promised land, beyond memory and dream...

I am human and I need to be loved / Just like everybody else does

Thou dost smile, I sing the while; Sweet joy befall thee.

Surely your life has not been so idyllic? People like you and I are not the product of happy lives of contentment, after all.

Nothing. It hurts inside. It's because I remembered something I don't have anymore.

I can see the truth in your eyes as you're telling me lies, like you know that you'll hold my hand again.

Well then, <see you again> next time. Please send a limo to get me. 'Cause everyone else will be there too.

I don't know what it is you saw in there, but.. I'll be back. I promise you I won't disappear. Do you hear me?

YOU: Are *you* part of the homo-sexual underground? KIM: You didn't stop at all, did you? You're just obsessing about *other people's* sexuality now. YOU: Yeah, but...... KIM: but am I? I'll spare you another *20 hour mind-project.* Yes, I am. Now let's get back to work.

I do understand what it is to have a beacon to follow in dark times—a person you trust to guide you true. How it is to desperately wish their light would fall upon you again.