death by diaryland
the house that bitter built
2003-07-26 | 11:29 p.m.
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so yesterday was a blur of words and confusion that has not even been cleared up. i slid and slipped around on the words, pulled a few unknown muscles but resolved nothing. everything has a price and i know that. most of us know that but that doesn't stop us from looking for that one truly free thing. but i'm not going to go there today. it can't end well in the house of the civilized bitter. talk about it or not but get over it. the air is more toxic than the most lethal chemical compounds. i wear my hope and fear like an oxygen mask and pray the light that is looming ever larger is not a train.




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