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Love Drains You, Takes With It Much Of Your Blood Sugar And Water Weight. You Are Like A House Slowly Losing Its Electricity, The Fans Slowing, The Lights Dimming And Flickering; The Clocks Stop And Go And Stop.

Those Are The Love Killers. They Love You And Then They Kill You. They're From Another Planet. Supposedly.

She Smiled At Him, With Longing. 'where Do You Live,' She Asked, 'and How Do I Get There?

You Couldn't Pretend You Had Lost Nothing... You Had To Begin There, Not Let Your Blood Freeze Over. If Your Heart Turned Away At This, It Would Turn Away At Something Greater, Then More And More Until Your Heart Stayed Averted, Immobile, Your Imagination Redistributed Away From The World And Back Only Toward The Bad Maps Of Yourself, The Sour Pools Of Your Own Pulse, Your Own Tiny, Mean, And Pointless Wants.

I Had Never Feared Insomnia Before--like Prison, Wouldn't It Just Give You More Time To Read?