A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- mind, matter, neither way Seven years ago tonight a pair of friends frorm my old tech job moved into my house with me. three and a half months later one would be gone and replaced by two more, at the end of nine months, i would end up kicking them all out of my house and a few months after that, i would be as close to homeless as one can get without it becoming a permanent thing, including a scattering of nights spent sleeping in parks. After that, sometimes i think it's a fucking wonder i let anybody get any kind of close to me at all, that whole fucking episode was the opening of a "Pandora's Box" i just can't fucking seem to close, but even the hope seems to have gotten away from this box 8:29 p.m. - 2003-07-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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