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more fiction i've found.... some of it slightly off topic...

ventilate(FICTION)

we always split on the concept of flesh. are we meat infused with spirit, or spirit encapsulated by meat.

he always hates it when i call it meat.

when i was young i crashed on my bike, pretty bad i gotta say. i think i was picking out gravel from my eyebrows for weeks. part of my arm had nearly been scraped down to the bone. the thing is, i didn't feel it. it's like my mind shut everything down and there wasn't any pain. sure i cried, bawled like mad just because i saw blood. people cry when they see blood all the time, especially if it's their own. i just remember seeing the meat scraped along the ground, looking a little bit like raw hamburger. if it would happen now i'd probably laugh.

regardless, thinking back i have to say that was the first time i knew that pain didn't really matter anymore. yeah sure, i still cry when i see blood, only if it's mine. but it's not because it hurts. it's because i'm angry and a little annoyed that the world would actually have the nerve to try to pull that shit on me.

i only hate it when people cry when they are scared. just because they don't see the colors doesn't mean that i should feel sorry.

i've learned that you can live without the meat. you can live without the blood. but no one can live without dignity, and if they don't have it they just flat out just don't deserve life.

he tells me i'm wrong.

if i didn't love him i would show him exactly how right i am.