Despite all of the good intentions dancing around like frogs leaping from lily pads in the rain… Despite all of the righteous grief spilled over unto the feeble minded, weak willed, gutless, blind sighted, and reverent individuals, despite all of what is or will be, despite the past explosions of time that seem to effortlessly overlap into the present with haste lacking grace or kindness rape my mind and my soul religiously until I am undone on the floor bleeding with vulnerability…
I am perfectly imperfect in a perfectly imperfect world.
(Saturday, February 23, 2008)
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