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Wednesday, November 19, 2008
the pick back up
What do we do when we fall so far down that the only remaining direction to go is up? Why we pick ourselves the fuck back up, we dust ourselves off. We flip the necessary switches and flick the metaphorical matches to light a fucking firestorm beneath ourselves in announcement that we are no longer playing infantile games. We are all grown up now. The rules are made clearer than ever before and we realize once again that we are not foreign to the scheme of things. We just need to get our heads out of the clouds. Or back up in the clouds. Or wherever it needs to be to make ourselves able to
DO
WHATEVER
IT
TAKES.

I will do whatever it takes.
No more games.
No more excuses

the best mariangela.