Sunday, February 11, 2007
two monikers. that's all you need. or, maybe, secretly, i have some sort of inner longing for more. i'm short i'm owed. so i come up with psuedonyms. to make up for what's missing in the middle. smoke and mirrors to fill the space. sort sort of sub-conscious soothing remedy. a laundry list of alter-egos, but none of them can wash away the missing. could i have been mis-named? even without a third it's a lot to live up to. so, for now, i guess you can call me mud.
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no, dear thelonius, i shall call you schmootsie poo.
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