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Last night, I began an entry, “an event horizon” – apprapo that the star of that movie just happen to die at the time of that writing

Morbid. True.

At this time, I think of a pit. A pit of words. But also the pit of fire. A place for eternal punishment for those who are sour.

I have a conscious memory, pre-birth, of ascending to the Earth from somewhere below. Moving through Earths skies to find an opportune start. Withoutout notice, and with spite, I am pulled backwards into a womb. One who cares, and wants, little.

So, determination, and myself, stewed within.

But I came from the pit. And will wind up back.

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