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$$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #136
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>> "it's all a facade" <<
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by -> Pagenwait
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it's all a facade. all just a game.
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watching the light drizzle fall from the barely darkened clouds, i
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sit in the cold room. dark, alone, desperate. the street lamp's faded
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light shines through and falls upon my pale face.
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i wonder why it has to be this way... so meaningless.
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the silvery moon hangs in the twilight as the clouds move quickly to
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mask its pureness.
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all the clouds move quickly to mask the pureness -- the innocence.
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thousands of them. ever-changing... ever concealing fear, weakness. the
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sky grows black. the smallest glimmer is seen for a shining moment. then
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disappears. darkness creeps ever more slowly closer. enveloping.
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caressing. the drops of rain become fuller and... wetter. gently throwing
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themselves at me through the open window. trickling down me, to places i
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dare not guess.
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standing up, i absently wipe away the sweat gathered upon my face.
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slowly making my way through the filth of my life, i come to a mirror. at
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least, i think it is. i looked; looking back is someone else. even i have
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deserted myself.
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out of the corner of my eye, something moves. i turn suddenly enough
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to see the purple paisley man crawl back into my wall.
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he wants me. i know he wants me. he tells me so when i'm asleep.
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lightning shatters the darkness, followed swiftly by thunder. the
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rain now pelts into my home, my sanctuary. rushing to the window, i run
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into my faults, sitting there in a bucket on the floor. my own fucking rage
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tears into me, leaving a severed limb. i limp towards the window a little
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more carefully than before. rain and blood mingle upon the soiled remains
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of myself.
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closing the window, i close myself.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #136 -- written by Pagenwait -- 11/24/97 *
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