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We Must Learn To Speak The Language Women Speak When There Is No One There To Correct Us.

Meditation Needs No Results. Meditation Can Have Itself As An End, I Meditate Without Words And On Nothingness. What Tangles My Life Is Writing.

Women Must Write Through Their Bodies, They Must Invent The Impregnable Language That Will Wreck Partitions, Classes, And Rhetorics, Regulations And Codes, They Must Submerge, Cut Through, Get Beyond The Ultimate Reverse-discourse, Including The One That Laughs At The Very Idea Of Pronouncing The Word "silence"...in One Another We Will Never Be Lacking.

Everything Ends With Flowers.

What Happens: Events Interiors, Snatch Them From The Cradle, From The Source. I Want To Watch Watching Arrive. I Want To Watch Arrivances. I Want To Find The Root Of Needing To Eat. And Taste It: Work Of Sweat / Sleep.