myopic Grievance "And now, more mathematical than ever, he looked for a way to erase his redemption. He would not be solaced. He bent over and solemnly, calmly, with simple movements, uncovered the dog. It looked unfamiliar with earth on its lashes and with its open, glazed, eyes. hus, the mathematics professor renewed his crime eternally. he looked to the sky and to the earth around him, asking them to witness what he had just done. Then he started down the hill toward the little city below." excerpt from short story: -"The Crime of the Mathematics Professor" by Clarice Lispector the professors ideals seem to exist as both myopic and clarity at the same time. 020128 ... once again apparently this word descibes me. and I never knew. 031002 ... smokerings hands that trace their way along the neck along the skin, loving it, enjoying it when she turns her head so that hands are cushioned between a heaven and earth of soft, honey-buttery smoothness she takes off her glasses when she talks to you as if its another barrier between us thats gone... even if i didnt see you i know the smell the taste the texture of your skin the exact moist, tantalising flavour of your toungue you came alive in my imagination. you were always so much more wonderful in retrospect. 031010 ... unhinged i want to love you you just make it so damn hard 120917 what's it to you? who go blather from