I will make you cry tears of blood. Get ready to be depressed.
Dance in the Full Moon
O, the Frailty of Memory
Wednesday, August 22, 2012
8.22
Dear mother, forgive me. The therapist says I have a fixation, which perhaps explains why I haven't talked to you since that wholly unremarkable Tuesday on the twentieth of April, 2003. I barely remember.
It is unfinished. I wanted to write more; I tried three times. Each time, the integrity of the work crumbled as I slathered on more greasy paint in an attempt to make the whole thing relevant.
I didn't finish it because of 8.22b and because I ran out of story.
This hurts, and I can't explain why.
ReplyDeleteIt feels unfinished.
It is unfinished. I wanted to write more; I tried three times. Each time, the integrity of the work crumbled as I slathered on more greasy paint in an attempt to make the whole thing relevant.
ReplyDeleteI didn't finish it because of 8.22b and because I ran out of story.
I am glad you left it this way.
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