Saturday, April 28, 2007


I'm trying to measure my words carefully which is resulting in silence.

I think I was right before and wrong before, but at times which were opposite of how I had described them in the past.

At this moment I am looking forward, ignoring the fact that I'm walking on the bloody wreckage of the rest of my life. The body parts under my feet may shift and squelch, but the only way out of this open-air abattoir is to keep my eyes on the horizon, and walk.

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