Welcome, my dear incurable friends!

OK… a leper supports a leper.
Salt is salt and pepper is pepper.
Nobody argues with fever or grippe.
Why can’t we forgive any casual slip?
Nobody is perfect. Nobody is ideal.
We should be liberal. We should be genteel.

We all are infected by Virus of Writing.
We should be friends… why are we fighting?

P.S. I open the new category Guest Posts’.
Welcome, my dear incurable friends! Just write me!

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9 thoughts on “Welcome, my dear incurable friends!

  1. I love it!

    In the words of Lord Byron,

    “I feel exactly as you do about our ‘art’, but it comes over me in a kind of rage every now and then, like * * * *, and then, if I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad… I feel it as a torture, which I must get rid of, but never as a pleasure. On the contrary, I think composition a great pain.”

    and to compliment his sentiment in my own words from two old poems,

    “Enough pain writhing, if not bled-out through writing — my lungs, erupting… I’m groveling in dirt, dust and grief for you Concrete Absolute — Don’t forsake my request to sate my open chest wound! Wipe my slate clean but let me keep the canvas — Keep me from keeping its promises, heal my crippled, ripped and crumpled wings — Keep them scarlet and still more silken in this storm and change me from a mere broken bullet into more… Please! I’ve paid penance with this pen long enough! I’m begging…”

    I love writing, though it is arduous at times 🙂

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