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is this your red period as compared to picasso's blue?
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i think i've always been red. I tried to swim and I tried to drown, but in the end i found myself happiest burning in the sand. suppression failed me. i must burn. i must always burn.
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is there pain associated with your burning?
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no. I am the fire.
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what is consumed?
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lu_cid
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beets.... and desire. it is different from normal desire. it isn't a desire to be or to do. it is the chase. it is what forces me to run to the next morning. a primal instinct to follow the scent of something unseen.
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frAnk
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i saw you eating beets yesterday. raw.
so, you like them?
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my attraction to beets is an oddity and a complete mystery both to myself and my tongue. Do I enjoy eating them? I guess. I smile the whole time. Do I like the taste? i'm not sure. Does anyone like the taste of sweet dirt? I like brushing my teeth, but do I like the taste of the soap as the suds scrub my taste buds?(Yes. I brush with soap) I don't know. I like beets. I will not go a morning without them. If I told you I will die without them would you believe me?
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i would probably believe anything you tell me. i wish there was something i would have to do or i would die. can you think of anything i must do or i will just fucking die?
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I will never die. because I have decided. but I am human. I was born conditioned to forget that I was born with choice. The choice of what? Why not the choice to live. My catch phrase used to be, "let's do it, cause we might die tomorrow." Death was my excuse to live, but it backfired, why live, why make our place, why work so hard when every person ends the same way? i choose to live. I don't choose to die. so I eat beets, why? I don't know because I never ate them before. Maybe it's because their deep pinkish, reddish, purple doesn't die even when you shit them out. They have got to have something there. Or maybe its just because I read a book, but it doesn't really matter. I've got something few have: pure happiness and a strong will to live. Will death agree with me? Who knows, but i'm going to keep running until I just disappear. I am going to do it because I want to and that is the only reason.
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what's it to you?
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