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| alastar (profile) wrote, on 8-30-2005 at 10:15pm | |
| Music: Billy Talent Subject: Disinter |
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| I used the pick axe (motivation) and shovel (inspiration) that you so graciously handed me, and I started digging. Concreteslabs (bones) were hard to get through, and I think I punctured a couple waterlines (veins). I dug and dug and dug and dug and dug in search of the light you knew existed. Some new consciousness I never percieved. Two days later I reached a burial ground in one of my ventricles or atriums (I was never good with anatomy). No headstones or flowers or graves, only crumpled up balls of paper littered the ground. They were stained with the words I was once too young to understand. Long lost but never forgotten. I moved on. (It wasn't a It seemed I'd been digging for months when I suddenly crashed! through a wall and landed in a fading bed of coals. They weren't even hot enough to burn me. Could this be what you were talking about? Did I find my treasurous light? Yes. This fire was my light, But I knew it was there. You were not the omniscient bitch your ego made you believe. I only came to stoke the coals and add some fuel (thoughts,). It'll be blazing in no time. Thanks for the adventure. PS: Don't (bother) comment(ing). |
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jax | PS: Andweassume, 08-31-05 5:05pm andweassume (andweassume)
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