The snake in the mirror-hall.
11.17.10 - 9:59 a.m. Now that the anger has drained out-- the senseless, pointless, sourceless anger that spent the last day flooding me and strangling my brain-- I don't know what I am or anything, except for here. The fast cycle from Adoun to Cynat. Flush, rinse, huh. It's harder to deal with, since I learned not to be as self-absorbed as I was when I was 16. It's easier to deal with this kind of crap, in a hall of mirrors.
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