Thursday, December 08, 2005

The Path

Organic tendencies, motivations, like a work horse at the mill of my mind, drive me to my natural place, driving methodically, unerringly to everything human that I despise. Let this broken plough let me exist beyond my means, let me become something better than human. Let me find a rose in this wasteland; let me find a beauty again in this scarred flesh.

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