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Previous - this entry written on October 27, 2001 at 4:04 pm - Next Listening to dark music, the stuff that makes me hungry... biting Caleb when he comes to hug me, demanding a bowl of meat and rice, too wrapped up in the satisfaction of my hungers to want to enter the world upstairs, where people are normal and expect me to be, too. Enjoying myself. Enjoying Alex. Enjoying Caleb. Pleasure... gods, such pleasure... it feels GOOD to be just a bit cold, right now. To stop thinking. To feed my hungers. It's a pleasure indeed.
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