Saturday, November 29, 2008

You stare into the mirror, attempt to make eye contact with yourself, but you can't match your own gaze. You watch for something, but it's the first time you don't see it. It's the first time you don't see anything, anything but contempt, disgust, hate. It's all just a circumference to the emptiness. You want to get seven years bad luck, just to know that this isn't the rock bottom.

The only way to feel good about the house burning down room by room is to watch the birds flying away.

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