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I don’t know what’s wrong with me today.  My life is great.  But today, I just feel like shit.

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It’s this ancient feeling again; the carnal, mystic desire to use my own two hands – to tear out the thing that endures and maintains this lifelong torture.  Fuck it makes me sick.  I’m talking about my heart.  My white flag is my flesh.  I surrender.

My beard has grown long now.  It turns red in the daylight – red in the moonlight.  ‘would be enchanted – to reach the stars.

The foreign people speak strange churning thoughts, and say “Come here stranger, come on and stay.  We’ll eat your soul, and let your blood run away.  These are the things that burn you inside.”

I wanna run away.  I wanna run away.

So tired…