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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

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I'm Gish. I guess this is what one can call the remnants of a pre-mid-life crisis. I listen to too much music and read too many books, and it all means nothing. Abrasive, I smoke too much, drink too much coffee and hardly sleep. Alive. Be sure to check out the new links to blogs, photos, music and other sorts of good stuff at the very bottom of the page.

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*Fearless

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*Fearless
Originally uploaded by Abstract Magdalene.
This is the photo I contributed to the photo theme, a photo to match a song title. It's not what I wanted. But it was a spur of the moment kind of thing. Not matched even in my mind, with what I think of myself. Or how anyone else sees me.

Does anyone see me? Or do they all see me, and that's why there are hardly any people around me. Food for thought. If I think of food one more time, I will explode. Too many french fries. My fridge is broken. I tried to cook what wouldn't be wasted but I know I won't eat any of it. No cold drinks. No ice. That's what is on my mind.

That and things from yesterday. Many yesterdays. Think of me, when I listen to different songs. A day for sleeping. Sleeping on soft flannel sheets. Striped, like a man's bedding.

How would I know?

Can't someone appreciate In the Cut the way I do?

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