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bottom star - 2006-07-18 23:20:21
sometimes self pity is all we had. sometimes it fills us up inside, indeed like little flies, and we writhe and squirm but they won't go away. eating like the maggots they once were, eating like corrosive acids through flesh, until we open up gory, open up bloody, and all the self pity spills out and floods across the debris-strewn living room floor (used dishes, empty chip bags, former foodstuffs, broken video game controllers, mauled shoes, etc.) and washes away the detritus of our lives. leaving us empty and alone and cold, but rid, finally, of that self pity we once thought so satisfying indeed. so filling.
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Jack - 2006-07-19 17:04:08
You make loneliness and meloncholy beautiful. I enjoy all of your entries, they are all poetic and beautiful.
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ceciliathemudboggedwaterspirit - 2006-07-20 13:26:13
i love you both
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