You could stab my skin with a thousand points and I still wouldn't feel what I need to.
I'm drinking a formless substance with no temperature, no weight, no characteristics at all.
It's filling me, it's filling me and destroying me all at once.
And I'm so oddly neutral about this whole entity.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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