Monday, January 13, 2003
Monologue At 3 Am Comments
Rating: ★3.5
Better that every fiber crack
and fury make head,
blood drenching vivid
couch, carpet, floor
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7/27/2025 3:38:29 PM # 1.0.0
It means this: Sylvia knew that her madness and vision came with a price. The curse was knowing she would not be long for this world. So rather than sit around twiddling her thumbs and wait for death to come, she was going to expel some of that damned, enlightening energy before it happened.