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The above was written spontaneously (or, as so as you can with this type of writing), in the midst of some unacquantied but rather familiar feeling. It’s an attempt to record, and hence keep forever, a flicker of happiness in myself. Wether or not it has been effective i have yet to be certain: the mood in which i feel the necessity for nostalgia has yet to surface.
Damn that flesh! Ah, i am reminded of the stench of sex, the smell of silver glittering cunt and cock. Is this all i have left now? Have i dismissed all other times so casually? No. But it is all but wise to hang on to memories of decay.