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Published: 2005-08-10 12:13:34 +0000 UTC; Views: 107; Favourites: 2; Downloads: 5
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Close to me I hold my little people, plastic and brittle as I move them around their little perfect town. They worship me and I control them, they run around, scattering around, their busy little village lives. Their perfect lives, their perfect friends and perfect affairs, no pain, no hurt no emotion. Wishful thinking turns to jealousy as I wish I could get in to their lives, I move towards one of the houses, ready to climb in, crack. I try the next, crack; I stampede around their small village, destroying all I ever wanted.Related content
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rastill [2005-08-12 18:06:41 +0000 UTC]
Such a great story from the image, how true we often destroy what we most want.
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clinicallybeyondhelp In reply to rastill [2005-08-12 18:54:52 +0000 UTC]
Thank you
You understand everything so well.
~x~
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ahrimarneus [2005-08-12 16:42:28 +0000 UTC]
very nice hun =] I like the pic too..
The destruction of jealousy - a very interesting concept when you look at that phrase from that point of view.
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