the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.



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10:11 p.m. + 2004-11-15 = life #9

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the lack of words is quite intentional.


cos i'm all forbetterorforworse.


and on a conspicusously inconspicuous wavelength.


a wavelength of a different colour.


when, "where do you see yourself in 5 years?" is my true response to the same question asked of me.


i don't want to die again. resurrection is such a bitch; bouncing back never reaching any of the heights recorded in the past.


until finally at rest; perhaps, [accidentally, of course] kicked 'neath rug or sofa or worse!: the rug under the sofa.


but,


[[i love you]]


[[[if it's all the same]]].

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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far

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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]

[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]

reference desk

me
&
you
or
us
&
them
else...
immortality!



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