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May 27, 2007
Why do I still dream about you, you unwelcome bloody horror? Why does my sleeping mind still summon your miserable wraith like some mutant succubus who, contrary to all decent mythological convention, seeks to conceive her demon children by fucking with my head, not my body? I purged you from my conscious years ago; why is it so hard to keep you out of my subconscious?

But then I still dream about the cold panic of university exams and the tight-chested shame of school beatings.

Damn.

Unlike in the waking world, you’re never going to leave me, are you?