Looking for restoration, years after the initial exploration... exploration of infatuation, influxes of impatience and frustration. My own destruction, self-inflicted mutilation, complete disregard of instruction... instruction or "how-to's": deflection, perhaps diffraction of the Light's distraction, that left my beautiful life in fractions... FRACTIONS OF FRAGMENTS... fragments of my dedication to her indignation... of her inner altercations... from her multiple lacerations on her personality's classifications... classified modifications through every day's intoxication. So I quit drinking!
-----Zachariah
Monday, March 24, 2008
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You are a word smith Zach...Indeed...
-Darlina
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