2009-05-21

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sitting here once again, defending myself from thoughts that want to seize me with their wills, sweating because there's so much to sweat about, about all this uprooting shit, throwing it all into a blender opened to a full sky tornado, so every fragment is jettisoned far alone for all existence. the rest of my life will be search missions for contact, the rest of my life will be re-building civilizations that will inevitably blur again into one that will desperately need destroyed: freed like spores impregnating every point in the cloud of confusion, forcing each to seek beyond for a cure

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