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Take me home I am the feral cat who wants only freedom.

Sometimes when I am despairing the sadism of my self crucifixion I want to laugh. Over and over like a dog having its face dragged through its own filth to arrive at William's punchline: "It's a sick joke, get it?"

*William S. Burroughs 

Love that swoons into the soft tiresome night of blanket blackouts.

Make haste you're meeting with a great many disappointments today.

There's a single tear inside of me that never falls nor does it stop raining.

Self destruction is really just the ecstasy of spite. And I love feeling drunk.

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