Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

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I've survived, but at a cost I can't fathom. Everything I eat turns on me and claws at my inmost points. Everything I drink stings my heart. I'm alive, but I'm a monster.

3 comments:

  1. This sounds to me like Haman and Job and people in the Greek underworld who do not know they're dead.

    I think maybe I should stop having whatever I'm having.

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  2. I thought cyborg. I saw a short video.

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