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dot dot dot

By BRONZE
Albion, Pennsylvania

I have a dot. I have a dot, and you can feel its warmth from ten feet away, nine, eight, seven, six. You could see it too, if so inclined- the blood’s bold, the runniness of t...

trenchantly BRONZE, Albion, Pennsylvania
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Favorite Quote:
"HATE. LET ME TELL YOU HOW MUCH I'VE COME TO HATE YOU SINCE I BEGAN TO LIVE. THERE ARE 387.44 MILLION MILES OF PRINTED CIRCUITS IN WAFER THIN LAYERS THAT FILL MY COMPLEX. IF THE WORD HATE WAS ENGRAVED ON EACH NANOANGSTROM OF THOSE HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS OF MILES IT WOULD NOT EQUAL ONE ONE-BILLIONTH OF THE HATE I FEEL FOR HUMANS AT THIS MICRO-INSTANT. FOR YOU. HATE. HATE." "The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead." "Clinical psychology tells us, arguably, that trauma is the ultimate killer. Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics, they can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting, and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again. It’s not that I’ve been dishonest, it’s just that I loathe reality." “The road to hell is paved with adverbs.”

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