Walking With Demons
And attempting to stay dry.
Words.
Are there no ends to the tricks you can make words perform?
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Saturday, November 20, 2010
I will die.
When it comes down to it, I think I'd
most like to die with an audience, so
people could gather and mutter,
and maybe try to save me. Or,
all self-flattery aside, maybe I'll
live on in someone's story as
that girl who just fuck-flat
died.
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