Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

The In

What is inside of me?

My heart, which shakily beats;
My brain, which readily memorizes the feeling of scorn;
My lungs, which breathe in this dirty air of an even dirtier world.

What's inside of me?

The biting feeling that things
Certainly get worse

Without the possibility of ever getting better.

August 4, 2005

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