at the brimming age of twenty one years with my hopeful outlook, the effect of my (sometimes bastard) father would be seen as quite ridiculous. but it remains. i can't even produce a word worth remembering since his image wrecked out before me. my paranoia is inflamed, my joints are acidic and heavy like i'm carrying snarling bombs about to be dropped on something extraordinary somewheresomehow.. and that the extraodinary has not yet revealed itself and will be destroyed before i ever have a chance to witness it and everything i held sacred has been fucked on by my mind.
so long, clarity!
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Friday, February 26, 2010
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