tonight.

there are so many things i still believe in.

and so many things i doubt.

there is hope held like a clenched fist in my belly.

and doubt that that is just my way of making things palatable.

there is the 700 club taking over my television and a channel changer in my hand.

there is a simultaneous belief and faith in people with an inherent distrust and dislike of most of them.

i think it's all glorious. life. the whole fucking disgusting stinking mess of it. that we still hope and want and try. in the face of ..well, life itself.

i am not lying when i think it is glorious.

and that i also am terrified or repulsed.

ain't we beautiful.

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