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Tuesday, 15 November 2005
if i passed you in the streets--i wouldn't say hello. so, good bye...
Monday, 28 March 2005
i messed up the pattern--so no more!
Wednesday, 16 March 2005
Alive. Dead. Awake. Asleep. All are same. She waddled down the hallway,
blurred images passed her by. She stopped, fell to the side and drowned
in the toilet. Same are all. Asleep. Awake. Dead. Alive. He woke up
drenched in his own sweat. He sat up, wiped his forehead only to find a
knife charging towards his eye. Alive. Dead. Awake. Asleep. All are
same--the murdered murders.†
Thursday, 10 March 2005
The tiny scrap of metal elegantly lay motionless over the flame. It
blackened. Drawing away from the warmth of the fire, it glides across
that weak, deserving target. One. It rekindles its fondness at the
flame is painfully left but ten seconds ago only to leave again. Two.
The target grows tender and morphs. Three. Four. Five. The blade's
swift motion accelerates; it no longer needs the protection of the warm
fire. Six Seven Eight. NineTenEleven. Twelve. Exhausted, it
stops-having conquered its prey.†
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