i really do have a lot to say about things that matter.
i'm just so hammered into a shell, like the plaster and tape that explode off each cannonball jim molds and inserts into the starchy casings.
i messed up.
i let myself down, and zeus, whom i love more than i love a life without raymond carver's sculpture, the zeus-and-hera dynamic.
good love.
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