I'm steadily gaining on my alter ego..There's less "why".. I stopped seeking reason.. These are stacked implosions of varying magnitude, no one's hurt, no one knows.. I do. My head is gone..gone with Nick Cave's fairytale sadness and doom and wild roses..Tropic of Cancer re-read on lunch hours..I'm late everywhere..my senses jolted out of rut by this throbbing tender lust..like a low grade fever its making me ache..spring fever.
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