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Friday, June 24, 2005
emotionally drained..
All you say comes back at you taking weird fanciful shapes , distorted faces, twisted hearts, echoing cries.... looming at you - sending the mind into dizzying spirals that lose themselves in each other...fearful sparks singeing any vestiges of reason that remain...
It is a battlefield out there- shields of butter-paper, swords of black stained steel......
And no matter whose blood it is that flows, it pools around your feet, rendering you immobile.
The petty victories haunted by a notion, perhaps a recollection, that it is you against you..
You seek respite, but no clear streams to wash off the grime.. nowhere to go...
Just crouch in the red, only its increasing viscosity serving as an index of time..
It is a battlefield out there- shields of butter-paper, swords of black stained steel......
And no matter whose blood it is that flows, it pools around your feet, rendering you immobile.
The petty victories haunted by a notion, perhaps a recollection, that it is you against you..
You seek respite, but no clear streams to wash off the grime.. nowhere to go...
Just crouch in the red, only its increasing viscosity serving as an index of time..
posted by Runglee # 2:03 PM 
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nice...very nice...."And no matter whose blood it is that flows, it pools around your feet, rendering you immobile"
gati :) thank you..
fingeek- thanks. perhaps it is dark.. i've also been told that it is mildly schizophrenic...!
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fingeek- thanks. perhaps it is dark.. i've also been told that it is mildly schizophrenic...!
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