2009-09-04 - 7:42 p.m.
Jack Tortures Another Entry Out Of Himself
Right now, it is a little hard to know what to think.
And it is making me feel like not talking or thinking about it.
But I know that would just make me feel worse.
Worse than the feeling of hating every slow, over thought, forced word.
So I am going to torture another entry out of myself anyway.
Then hours or days later, I can pick myself apart.
Word by word.
Only to add to the original intent and integrity that seemed to escape me, sometimes almost entirely.
I have ways of making you talk you little fucking shit.
Even if that means a little later than I would have liked.
You always say what you wanted to. What you really meant always comes out. Eventually.
The best way to make you talk is by not trying at all.
Then I can not shut you up.
You do this on purpose.
Just to make me hate you.
But without you, I am nothing.
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