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[kellista]

this kind of thing should be rare and reluctant, only pursued under unbearable duress, and eventually put to shame by its cyclical disclosure of frailty. therefore preserve silent integrity; maintain the mundane respect of friends and neighbors, keep gorgeously arrayed, boned and stayed. one thing among many. be sure to remain just one person, keys in the doors, lest invisible, insidious guests come in and out at will. face facts, people, it is easy to know us better than we know ourselves. we all must choose our precautions. when you put out your hand to touch me, for example, you are already reaching toward an emptying space, the last blood and ink puddle of a drying basin, lapping, unsatisfied, against the want of you.