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Feb 17, 2004 03:39


.breathless.

I cannot get rid of this nauseated skin feeling.  My anger feels only like some receding scratch from a hand sinking into a dark pool with heaviness and scream.  I am annoyed to my teeth by this limited language and this meaty need for something to connect to.  To see something bleed and die before me, to feel that intimacy with its ( Read more... )

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