February 2012
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“Baby, I have no idea how this will end
Maybe the equator will fall like a hula...”
– Andrea Gibson
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And I tear at these pages as if destroying brilliant metaphors written with such passion, from my own heart, that it pains me to read. But in truth, the pages are blank. They rip, torn by my hands to prove that I still have the strength to defeat them. That I, and I alone, control their existence.
