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Immolation: Words From the First
Both of me became an alcoholic, at last.
Time to split into a third.
The first was too funny, not focused enough. Fun, but useless, cute but upside down; loved by all except the self; living for a dream.
The second was too scary; terrifying with empire focus; intimidating professors and local chickens, keeping them awake at night.
Drinking turned one into the other, and vice versa vis-a-vino: A party trick.
The fun has gone and I don't know which one the world wants anymore.
It never mattered which I wanted -- not that anyone ever asked -- but seasons change and I need new shoes.
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B.J. Fitz
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