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i want to take a folding knife to the thick pulseing vein of human consciousness and the all-authorative selfassertion that what has been should be and saw away. the blood that would spill forth would taste of milk and honey and would spring to life so much. it is ofcourse beyond any of us to do that. we cannot change people. this society that judges us is a living thing made up of tiny parts. its seems to me that it hates us very much, perhaps its pain is too great for it to do anything else. i felt mercy today and i am grateful for it. tonight i feel fear. the fear comes from my selfishness. oh simple things, where have you gone?
measuring the worth by the depths of the hardship.
Claudia means everything to me. maybe you hadnt heard that already. well now you have.
measuring the worth by the depths of the hardship.
Claudia means everything to me. maybe you hadnt heard that already. well now you have.