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� | click here for flickr! 2004-03-04 words their absolute inadequacy. their absolute perfection. their absolute hollowness or depth. sometimes i read a passage in a book and i feel as though those words reached out through paper, ink and space to hit me in the gut. to stab me in the eye. and i wonder if the author is just purely frustrated with those words, because while they swallow me whole...they are in fact a pathetic recreation of what the author actually wants to convey. my relationship with words is an ongoing one. love, hatred, frustration and ambivalence. [ previous� �|� � next ]
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