Monday, October 13, 2008

I did the bathroom trash; made my bed; uploaded more pictures to myspace, and resorted my photo albums. I jacked off and showered. I ate. I read more 'Wicked'; how dark and disturbing it's become, and so very quickly. It matches my mood.

"Sometimes it's like someone took a knife
baby, edgy and dull
and cut a six inch valley
through the middle of my soul."

That lyric struck me, nearly 7 years ago now, when driving home from Sean's home up north, when he told me that he was ashamed of me and my words. I wrote a poem called 'Six Inch Valley', and meant to include it with a mixed cd for him, bookended by the original Bruce Springsteen version of "I"m On Fire" (where the lyric springs from), and a cover version by Tori Amos. While Sean was here on Friday, he said to me in my room...he told me that he was never ashamed of me, but had been ashamed of himself. The moment haunts me today.

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