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. ┬áIf 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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