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[all_too_late]

being raised in a defunct household where human crying was not so much catastrophe as it was ritualistic, home was always an inert word. and it's not that sorrow or abandonment or death made it this way, but rather the naked fact that things were never whole. they didn't fall apart--they were always already disparate, cut up by an apartheid of

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[schizophreniac]

i half understand ur post.. and half don't.. but i think i can relate..but because i can't understand it fully.. i'm not sure if i really do.

i'm rather puzzled.

[all_too_late]

hehe

well, i don't think a person's writings should ever be read for simply the writer's intended meaning, if there is such a thing. take what you can get, and make meaning out of it for yourself. nothing else matters except this taking and this making.