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[28 Nov 2008|09:33am] |
I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there.
Is it the sea you hear in me, Its dissatisfactions? Or the voice of nothing, that was you madness?
Love is a shadow. How you lie and cry after it. Listen: these are its hooves: it has gone off, like a horse.
All night I shall gallup thus, impetuously, Till your head is a stone, your pillow a little turf, Echoing, echoing.
Or shall I bring you the sound of poisons? This is rain now, the big hush. And this is the fruit of it: tin white, like arsenic.
I have suffered the atrocity of sunsets. Scorched to the root My red filaments burn and stand,a hand of wires.
Now I break up in pieces that fly about like clubs. A wind of such violence Will tolerate no bystanding: I must shriek.
The moon, also, is merciless: she would drag me Cruelly, being barren. Her radiance scathes me. Or perhaps I have caught her.
I let her go. I let her go Diminished and flat, as after radical surgery. How your bad dreams possess and endow me.
I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps out Looking, with its hooks, for something to love.
I am terrified by this dark thing That sleeps in me; All day I feel its soft, feathery turnings, its malignity.
Clouds pass and disperse. Are those the faces of love, those pale irretrievables? Is it for such I agitate my heart?
I am incapable of more knowledge. What is this, this face So murderous in its strangle of branches?—
Its snaky acids kiss. It petrifies the will. These are the isolate, slow faults That kill, that kill, that kill.
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my ribs show. what have i eaten? lies and smiles...
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[01 Aug 2006|01:48am] |
 JP August 14, 2004 - July 22, 2006 ( R.I.P )
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[16 May 2006|03:29pm] |
 You have gone to what we would call a "better place". I wish i was able to have more faith in something like this so I could actually feel that. Yesterday was the first day that I wasnt greeted at the door coming home from school and seeing your tail wag for god knows how long. You were something beautiful that my whole family adored and loved with every bit of heart we have left, the pain came to fast and Im sorry. I wish there was something we could have done. Rest In Peace, Babs.
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[12 May 2006|03:56pm] |

Babs September 22, 1996 - May 12, 2006 ( Rest In Peace )
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| Bailey, r.i.p. |
[11 Jan 2006|08:11pm] |
 Bailey, my grandmother's cat, had to get put down Monday. He was 17. :'(
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