The gift of memory is an awful curse.

Sunday, December 5, 2010

From Myspace blog (20 Jul 2010)

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" I didn't want to see the stars. I couldn't bear their beauty and their numbers. I wanted only the lonely, airless moon. Finally, Lindy's light went out. I waited until I knew she slept. I couldn't imagine what it would be like to sleep by her side. I couldn't bear to imagine that anymore. I tore my eyes from the window and found the moon behind a tree. I crouched, threw back my head, and howled at it, howled like the beast I was, the beast i'd always be. "

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