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Sunday, March 26, 2006

 

secret: my best books are dusty because i am afraid of how they bring out something deep within, then force me to wear my soul on the outside. they are dying from disbelief.

 

i read crap online so the screaming static will drown out the orchestra that reverbrates through the room as the books plead to be read. why? my dreams are two dimensional and depth is... frightening.

 

in other words, i already know who you are but don't let me find out what i am.

Posted by NHJ 3/26/2006 06:55:00 pm