#261: A hearty greeting to an old friend.
December 19, 2012

I deleted all traces of you in words and images; all traces of you ever being inside of my head from inside of my head.

I couldn't stand it, not going to, never will stand it.

I don't understand the power you feel from knowing you have destroyed something. The power of those fingers. How is it possible that they're stronger than being part of the creation of something new?

How is that fair?

11:08 p.m.

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