Friday, November 04, 2005
and it all fuses together.
Sometimes, my fingers move of their own volition, skiing across the keyboard, tapping random buttons, and slowly steering themselves towards my nemesis, and I think oh no, oh no, what am I doing, and yet I'm fully aware, making informed decisions, and I plunge deep into that forbidden world, unsealing those wounds which make me feel perversely alive, reaffirming much to my anguish that I exist, as I beat my fists against the wall repeatedly in mock denial, for nothing is to be done, and nothing can be done.
she procrastinated @ 05:58 |
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