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I havn't posted in a long time, simply becouse I don't yet have the words to say what I need to say. I reach new levels of exhaustion each day- its incredible- I sit and wonder how I am able to move about, accomplish things when I feel like this, when everyone around is weighed down with this infinite grief.
"I can't learn to rest again and i wonder if anyone can. My appetite is sporadic and my body never seems to know quite how to digest food. Damn can I hold my liquor though, my stomache welcomes the slap of bourboun- or the dark drizzle of cool beer. My lungs are aching and breathing is hard, but i would rather use my lips to embrace the ends of ciggarrettes than anything else. Its like all we know how to do right now is try to speed up the decay of our bodies so we can be with him sooner. Its a race to see if love truly exists or if this void we're feeling is what life really is, empty, dark, spiritless."
"I can't learn to rest again and i wonder if anyone can. My appetite is sporadic and my body never seems to know quite how to digest food. Damn can I hold my liquor though, my stomache welcomes the slap of bourboun- or the dark drizzle of cool beer. My lungs are aching and breathing is hard, but i would rather use my lips to embrace the ends of ciggarrettes than anything else. Its like all we know how to do right now is try to speed up the decay of our bodies so we can be with him sooner. Its a race to see if love truly exists or if this void we're feeling is what life really is, empty, dark, spiritless."