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01 October 2006 @ 12:12 am
The Form and the Fury  
I am not free.

I've tried to feed you the medicine, but  time and time again it's been denied.  Spit back in my face... when all I wanted was to cure you all.

Perhaps I have always been  the sick one... or maybe I've just finally caught your disease.

I think now I will sugarcoat it, dress it up in fancy clothes, and teach it to dance.  Then you'll swallow every last drop with a smile on your face, begging me to give you more.   It's still the same medicine, but we all know how image is everything.

I am not free... but I will be soon.