Friday, 6 March 2009

Why am I writing this?

Is the wrong question entirely. It invites an explanation, a laying out on a plain. Furthermore, such an explanation is just more me, story spinning.

A 'why' is a curveball.

The question which has sent me spinning, losing pieces, free falling into the void this all is, is what the hell is writing this, and well...

you know the answer to that one.

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