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[sid] => 29100
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => The [ARTISAN]'s wake
[time] => 2003-12-10 20:43:05
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => I hate being close to things that tempt me into a whirl of emotions. A palette, really. I choose specific feelings to paint my life with--Or combine them, so I come up with a masterpiece. Or a complete mess- That ends up being thrown away. I try to mix and match, so my Life piece comes out as clear and smooth as possible. I always fail. My world is always abstract. Hard to understand- Hideously deformed in the eyes of others- And I'm always too speechless with my [SELF-produced] monstrosity to explain it- My sight is my paintbrush. And all I ever see is so raw and sharp- Much too hard to make it fade away into soothing pastels surrounded by the
I make myself so sick. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 195 [topic] => 21 [informant] => ForgetMeNot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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