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Of the biological process of redhot anger

I hate being really angry. I know some people enjoy the heart-pounding high but I know that the murderous humiliation and brief hate ripping through my guts, age me faster than Dorian Gray playing kissy-kissy with his painting. The worst part is not the rivers of boiling acid in my veins or the hissing words, [...]

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August 3rd, 2009 by Feylian

Of being perhaps a bit broken

I think it might be better for me to avoid everyone I care about for a while. I think volunteering as a mercenary might be a good thing for a few weeks. This birthday is killing me. I don’t even want to turn it funny because it is not. Not even a little bit. I [...]

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June 18th, 2009 by Feylian

Rage

I feel discontented. I want to write but I don’t know what. I just know that if I don’t the words will ribbon my skin to escape. Writing isn’t so much a hobby or habit as it is a compulsion*. It staves off the chittering voices really, feeds them words and then they’re quiet for [...]

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June 4th, 2009 by Feylian

For those who like trawling

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Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams. ~W.B. Yeats

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Of the biological process of redhot anger

Of being perhaps a bit broken

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Where angels fear to tread

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