Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I've made my pizza with death

Do you ever feel as though everyone you know is dysfunctional, misanthropic, and deaf? Like the world is full of hollow tubes of rotten blood, and you have to navigate their jostling, gelatinous selves without them bursting all over you? Have you ever wanted to take vinegar back in time? To see the wine it might have been?

I'm a mess. Right now. And I've figured that out, and believe that it'll stop being true in the future. I imagine I can wait myself out. But it's not fun for me-I can only imagine it for the rest of you.

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