God,
I am contemplating cutting off my pinky and ring fingers as a gesture of zen and sacrifice.
THE FAMILIAR keeps acting like I don't deserve anything and it has gone on too long.
Where is my college? Where is my emptiness? Where is my emptiness? Where is my emptiness?
The Zen monks of late used to burn their pinkies like a candle.
I don't know what is better, cutting or slicing, or burning?
I have a kinship with fire from the burning room, the sunburn and the desire to touch burning objects, and so it might not hurt as much as I am anticipating.
Can God help decide which route I should go towards?
Slicing or burning?
I am the longest pateince in the hands of Gods Zen.
Silently Anonymous,
-The Archer