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I’m reaching frightening levels of perfection.

Without going to church on Sundays.

2 august 2009.

And I am forever the unchangeable knotted branch
Choking my throat
But refusing to spit myself out

5 august 2009.

“Never say you’re happy. It wakes up the gods and then they look at you and that is never a good thing.”
(from The Love of the Nightingale by Timberlake Wertenbaker)

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