when you wipe your hand across the white chalk written on the green board and your hand becomes stained with the white dusty powder, the only thing that i can imagine is that hand wiping right across my jugular or the veins in my arms and my open smooth stomach or intestines and feeling rough, leaving behind a dry dusty organ that can no longer slide around inside of me like its supposed to. it makes me so sick, and i don't know why in the world i think about that but i can't stand it!
02 October 2009
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