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August 5, 2003
I am my own seething pile of bile stench vomited from the belly of despair seeking the only true way to expose myself and the pain that lives in the darkest opposites of the light that is the apparent path to truth spoon-fed to us on those half asleep Sunday mornings by the droning voice of brotherhood offered to numbed masses as the answer to questions whispered in vain attempts to gain access to the path which will eventually lead us to the freedom from the pain that is the reality we are convinced is how we must experience life