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الليلة الأولى من رمضان و بلشت اشتباكات في الضفة الغربية و هاي ‏المرة الثالثة الليلة اقتحم الاحتلال مخيم بلاطة في نابلس .

الليل طويل

Orbs

Who wants beauty? Who needs it?

What do we gain? What do I gain?

What will I do with it? Do I bring it to parks? Do I push it's swing? Does beauty's weight even swing as a body? Does beauty like going to malls? Do I get beauty it's own clothes? Does beauty like food? Does it like Japanese food? Does ramen appease it? Does beauty have the money for it? Does beauty feed me? If so, what's it's value? Is it nutritional? Is it leisurely? Is it a snack? Is it a salad?

Is beauty sweet? Is beauty bitter? Is it best served hot or cold?

...

It's sour?

Then why would I eat it?

Is it edible?

Is it poisonous?

Is it dangerous?

Beauty shoots the people. It pierces their unbeautiful skin with it's bullets, their flesh being singed with beauty's radiating heat. The beauty bullet is lodged in people's abdomen and arms and necks and noses. I was shot in the heart.

Blood doesn't seep, oh no it doesn't.

Serums and lotion and sudsy waters flood out. I fall to the ground.

Beauty continues it's beautiful massacre. Men were shot in their arms, women were shot in their stomachs. Beautiful bullets flew in the sky, today.

Beauty beauty beauty. It's heat cauterized no wounds, the floor was coated in lotion. Was beauty taking over? Would it even?

Lotions lotions lotions.

Beauty beauty beauty.

All over the ground.

The beautiful lotions and suds formed like clay, and they ran together like rat kings, swirling like whirlpools. Everything it swirled past would be spun in: people's limbs poked out of the soft ball that spun faster, then shoes, then bikes, then paper, everything.

It spun and spun until I couldn't see. It spun too fast that no color appeared, the sun's light rays were too slow, beauty was ahead of it. It was an orb of light, a bright orb that shot up into the sky! It whirred and whirred as it propelled above us, jets were unmatched.

Beauty glistened in the sky! It had everyone! It was a star now, we knew beauty was a star! It shot through the day, like fire, we knew it was fire, no ice could be as beautiful as a beauty's flame. No...

Beauty! Beauty beauty! It's a star! It's a shooting star! Wish on it! Wish on it!

Daisy

“Happy in Gaza. The Palestinian desire for life.”

Photographed by Laura Junka-Aikio, 2004.

I would rather bungee jump while holding my own cord than not be able to wear the second fit of the first pic

=o)

OMG OMG OMGGGG

ALR SO I WAS LAYING DOWN, JUST DOING A SHIFTING ATTEMPT AND I WAS LOSTENING TO A SUBLIMINAL. I was counting and when I reached 20, I affirmed something along the lines of "I got this" "I can shift" "tonight is the night" "tonight is the night I shift" AND SUDDENLY I FELT A PULL?

It was a pull deep inside of me that pulled me down quickly, alongside it I felt numb, I stopped feeling, and I felt hot on my skin yet cold inside? You know the feeling after pins and needls where your whole body is static? Yeah I experienced that except my whole body and I felt myself sink into my bed and immaterialize and warp?

My learning is that there is no such thing as a "sign", the only reason I didn't shift was because I jolted up. But that night was like any other night, it was just my mindset that changed.

(This is the sub btw)