Found this:
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My favourites...My favourites.
Oh, God, am I going insane? What other explanation could there be? It is this writing...This writing, it brings out the madman in me. And he is thirsty and angry and hungry for life, for acknowledgement. He...He wants...Or should I say she? Madwoman! Is that what this monster is? Mmm, but she's not a monster. She is beauty personified. She is everything, everything I would like to be. Free...So free, imprisoned in this body of mind. No, not this body. This mind, this very era, this age, this country. Reality...Reality shaped by them rather than by her, by me. Truly, I am going insane. I must stop writing. I must stop letting these thoughts out. They are materializing and through that, they are being given greater power. I am unable to stop. I am addicted. I am...not. Words which mean nothing, all this I wanna put down. Words, incoherently put together in sentences and fragments. They don't make sense. Then, I am senseless. I should have put a conjunction before that statement. But...
I want to scream. There it is. There it is. I want...I want...THERE IS SO MUCH TO SAY
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Weird, isn't it?
Gossamer Vacuity · Mon Nov 06, 2006 @ 01:20pm · 0 Comments |