Saturday, February 11, 2012

Ghoul Culture

All of us in a race to be the most callous, stacking up boulders on the road that runs right into the center of ourselves.  If we can’t send out anything that might help anyone, nothing will ever come up that road and hurt us.

A voice screaming on the other side of the rock-pile:

“You will never catch me caring, much less being cared about.”

Notes

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    This is disturbing and amazing, and sounds like something a therapist would pry out of me.
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