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[hollertronix]

tonight it's all the same as the one before. a green bound history of a young innocence raised into a mature hate for you to manipulate and invert. lie and reverse. the bed i made for you to sweat out your guilt and frustration into all those long nights. all those long nights of reaching and hoping in dark, but concluding in self hate and denial.

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[andthatsthat]

it must be the apacolypse, kelly is on livejournal.

[andthatsthat]

reading this made me get one of those gut feelings

[hollertronix]

it was the gut feeling that made me write it

[andthatsthat]

id like to pick your brain a little bit, how would one get an interview with miss kelly caruso?

[hollertronix]

haha you just ask questions and i answer them as honestly as i feel like

[anonymous]

i too have a story to tell. one thats same of nature sides reversed. but its hard to recall or by that matter live easily in the dark of seasons. blinded by slef doubt, living in the shadows. one is blinded, one must feel another out. i know that theres no wrong touching in the dark, grasping on to something as to not loose everything. something must drive us to better days. i ponder so many questions in my ignorrance but above all i wonder about the hold you've put on me, teaching me to live in shame and dig deeply into the earth we all sow. i will not be made a servent of my own self doubt anymore. i have found my voice and i dare you to speak back in alls honesty and see what becomes of all our time invested in mutual communion. speak, prove me worong on how i have felt. i am made of stone, i will withold

[hollertronix]

...then remain overlooked like a lifeless rock in a sea of pebbles. you are not unique and you are not rare, you are nothing to me. any clench on you is of that of your own hands around your own neck. i am myself. i owe you nothing. a stoic face and an iron heart, is that what makes you human? self-doubt, shame, ignorance- is that what makes you strong? honesty- is that what your integrity is based upon? i am no longer conflicted by your desperate, empty words; your routine is trivial and a waste of time. I never knew you. manipulate and throw away like a victim whose killer is finally delivered. a coward who still can't own up to his own doing, or even his own name. what will you ever know about a truth that bleeds more than a slit throat, but less than a shattered heart?

[anonymous]

you are beautiful