a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








maybe i should be saying, my name is & i have a problem


this is choking. this is the clotting of blood & vomit of the esophagas, in the mind.
this is pain. this is when eye sockets feel like molten ash. the head throbs, in unison with the slow, steady pulse of the heart.
this is waiting for it to stop. the neck & the shoulders are supporting dead weight, something that should have started decaying seven years past.
blank did not think this was possible. blank did not think this could happen to blank. blank once said that this shit was a choice. so what the fuck is going on here?


written on 2004-11-16 at 11:11 p.m.

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