Hello there!

Well, it's been a long time since I've posted here, and my fellow writers seem quite uninterested too (though I can't blame them). I will, however, let you know that I am officially flying solo to build a portfolio so that one day, when I go into a writing program at a university, I'll have something to build on. Basically, you know that I need to do this. Well, here's the new site: http://florasspot.blogspot.com/ Flora's Spot! I want to do so many things for it - interviews, fiction, random philosophical quirks that mean little to most people, and the like.

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Hearts and Heads

Myself while talking to a younger girl...

"Sometimes you've got to put a bit of your heart in your head. Other times, drop your heart entirely."

Quotes and Holy Business

I've decided to add a fun little section on this blog called "quotes." The reason why I'm adding it is because I've been told I say the oddest or funniest things, so I decided I'd share my apparent insanity with you all.

Today's quote:

"Holy business is never easy business. You have to pay young boys to get raped by priests repeatedly, and they usually get tired of it after the first time."

- Flora Korkis (Facebook status post)

I do not know a stranger

I haven't posted in ages. I've not much to say to you except that I want to talk to you about a problem that has been interfering with my life, and it's not even myself that has the problem.

A person can become a stranger when they're intoxicated around other people. Now, he's a stranger to everyone, all the time. He's a stranger in his own home, and because he's always a stranger to everybody, I've no care in the world for him. I don't understand a stranger's logic, and that's probably because he's fully formed into a stranger. I do not know a stranger, his friends, his family, or whether he has any. I do not know if a stranger loves or even can love. I do not know a stranger's world, but I don't want to anyway because I don't care for strangers. All I know is that my world keeps spinning, and strangers might as well not even exist. I do not know a stranger at all.