Friday, April 17, 2009
One Week Last Summer
I have no words for this situation. Even with knowing what I was doing, I never thought it could ever hurt this much. I've turned a numb cheeck to the world, dehumanizing myself, taking every pain of this earth with gratitude. I wish I could make it better, that there were someone there, but I have no recollection of anyone caring as much as her. Fuck this shit.
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"It stands to reason that where there’s sacrifice, there’s someone collecting sacrificial offerings. Where there’s service, there’s someone being served. The man who speaks to you of sacrifice, speaks of slaves and masters. And intends to be the master."
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