Hollow-Holler
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September 19, 2010 - 12:36
I often try to articulate the emotional state of this particular anatomy, but ironically never the heart, never never that part. Always the brain, always the gut. (Today which are a numb stormy mass, swirling.) I've been stalking the 4 rooms like a fevered Victorian, but I am not even here. The obtuse organ hardly worth probing is elsewhere and beside itself- only now do I notice that it was even there. On top of the irreconcilable changing of the seasons, a terminal trial in terms of soul creepery, must I now also be re-aligning my stupid stupid ticker every two weeks? What a dramatic piece of meat.
the size of a clenched fist.
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