Monday, March 21, 2005


Sometimes it seems that those who love you have a skewer straight through your various bodily organs. That means it doesn't hurt most of the time, but all they have to do is to turn it just ever so slightly to cause you immense, horrid pain.


Sometimes I wish I was skewer-less, but I'm not willing to give up on the skewer, either. There's no good way out, but sometimes it doesn't seem like there's any good in either. Gr.

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