February 10th, 2004

pencil

dearest Stephen said it best

I am so tired of love stories.

And hormones, and pheromones, and the fact that no matter how many times I take Hope out behind the barn and shoot it for being the lying bastard traitor that it is, sooner or later I'll take my eyes off the grave to find the damn thing's got it's teeth in my ankle again, working upward to the heart.


"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."
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