every dream casts a shadow. some people dance in the light to seduce it. others lurk in the oily blackness, waiting to pounce. i am black with hope.

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current track: the bitter crunchy sounds of faith crashed out on the floor.mp3

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and i still have issues. after all these years they've just dug themselves deeper. they bubble up hard, from remission, like a cancerous belch, whenever someone wants to "get to know you better". come watch the bile make its way past my smile and then if you still like me let's make out.

but i put on my best billy elliot. tap. tap.

icky has issues. i know i'm good. i just kinda suck. and i'm thanking a million stars that i love someone who continues to have faith in me. and when her faith runs low, she scrapes at the walls of her own heart to give a sad prince of the sea her warm offerings.