And sometimes I believe your relentless analysis of June leaves something out, which is your feeling for her beyond knowledge, or in spite of knowledge. I often see how you sob over what you destroy, how you want to stop and just worship; and you do stop, and then a moment later you are at it again with a knife, like a surgeon.What will you do after you have revealed all there is to know about June? Truth. What ferocity in your quest of it. You destroy and you suffer. In some strange way I am not with you, I am against you. We are destined to hold two truths. I love you and I fight you. And you, the same. We will be stronger for it, each of us, stronger with our love and our hate. When you caricature and nail down and tear apart, I hate you. I want to answer you, not with weak or stupid poetry but with a wonder as strong as your reality. I want to fight your surgical knife with all the occult and magical forces of the world.
Fox is a television character, and she isn__ dead yet. But she will be, soon. She__ a character on a television show called The Library. You__e never seen the Library on TV, but I bet you wish you had.
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Fox is a television character, and she isn__ dead yet. But she will be, soon. She__ a character on a television show called The Library. You__e never seen the Library on TV, but I bet you wish you had.
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