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Litter
Dec 31, 2006 22:48:57 GMT -5
Post by angelsarefascists on Dec 31, 2006 22:48:57 GMT -5
My eyes - clearly bigger than my stomach - have the silly idea that I can take this, that each extra thing piled onto my plate is just one more thing I can conquer. My lips remain sewn shut - pursed, so to speak. It seems there's always a reason to not voice those needed opinions, but, in complete truth, unwelcome views pay no toll on this highway, which, in a sense, is great - I'm sick of change. Yet my heart is doing backward laps, running around in an otherwise empty cavity just to make me see things I ignore; it's all that keeps me on the right track, saves me from the ditch along the narrow road welcomed only in the natural disaster this is not. But a drive through the artery is freedom, the ability to choose your own destiny, and I can take whatever I can't conclude to a ruin on the passing concrete.
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