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you have reached a blog where i put whatever i feel like whenever i feel like it. i used to write a great deal of blog much of the time, but came to the conclusion that as confessionals are the most read form of blog and not my line, i might as well write exactly what i feel like. it is all a fiction, after all.
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standing at the centre of emotion brings awareness of divergence. Diverging emotions, choices, speed, impatience. It doesn't matter if the right or the wrong choice is made, for right and wrong come to the same event, one imbued with a sense of regret. Whether it is a regret for the wrong or regret for the right, makes no odds, experience tells.
but to spin around and deny senses! Ah, there an unfamiliar instinct comes to bear and all is unexpected, ravishing, you.
15 August
stitches in a mind made to relate, pulls out the last fear, makes it a first.
drugs known to hold back last rites with thirst rasping for the day when stitches rip out rip out the stitches planted in a mind by the man left behind in a morgue made of sound
cries in the city, close by the crows, leave carrion trail in the path of the sun
rip out the stitches sewn in a mind, crows come and peck them out - service for a mind