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[twistofate]

I feel selfish and dead and as always I’m honest. And my heart beat is a cry; a forced dormant scream that flees through wide pupils and twitching knees. When I see the deep wrinkles of my U-scarred wrist, I tend to want to cry for my childhood, and partly because of it. Keep refuge in cookie dough and crossword puzzles in the hope of you and your

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wow

[kindlyviking]

Hey, you don't know me, but I just wanted to say that I think your writing is amazing. I don't know what else to say about it other than that. Amazing.

BTW, I'm Stuffy's roommate. :)

Re: wow

[twistofate]

If I was in a happier state of mind, I'd be able to respond something better than a "thank you."

[stuffy03]

i'm not too sure about the gay sex thing, i mean, honestly, could be interesting, but i'm way to into girls to do a guy

Wow...Amazing

[myownmonologue]

That was amazing...You should definetly pursue writing as a career...I mean...Wow

[analyticalpoo]

As much as I enjoy reading what you write
I don't condone a life of writing for you most of the time just because you write when you are troubled.
And I would rather you be happy.

[quirkygerbil]

That was rapturously entrancing, in a torn kind of way, like the words were sobbed, not written. I loved it. The corroded battery thing really struck because I hate those. Opening up something old and wonderful and finding leaking, oozing, crusted goo. It breaks down my attachment to an object; turns me away but nibbles at my soul. So I liked that metaphor.
And I also kind of worry about the pain as a muse aspect, as Leah said. But I've done that too. I think, from a literary aspect, getting past the pain writing is a latent sort of process. It happens in bursts, and then fades away. I don't know how to consciously write consistently, if such a thing is really possible.
On a completely different note, you should submit something for the Iris. Right now the entire contents are about 20 haikus, and two of those are about squirrels.