every line i've typed here has been bad
because over and again i thought i had to imitate what canot come back
because you know how much we lack even the seed of the kernel of the beginning
of the desire to begin
circle afte circle and here we go again
and everyone i've known is walking in circles and all my life has been spent making them sprials and the truth is we say we want to change. we take the ball of thread in hand and rearragange and untangle
and mangle until we arenearly at the labyrinth door and then, enarly approachngfreedom wonder
what the fuck we wanted it for
and, with the grace of denial, turn around and on the stone ground smooth by a thousad thousand feet like ours, head back to the dark for the familiar minotaur
for it is better to be devoured by the beast you know, with his bording horns and his dull snorts, then to step into the ariadnew freedom you can no longer understand