June 18th, 2002 - 6:43 p.m.

On the edge, a short conversation, and jealousy.

It is strange how paranoia and circumstance taint a situation in the mind.

�It is all in your head, fuckie.�

�Thanks dear, your crass to-the-pointedness wins millions once again,� she retorts.

�Just do not tell them millions of what.�

�Okay.�

The disease? Over thinking. The cure? A good timely blow to the head.

Jealousy is such a crippled creature. Vampiric. Dines upon sanity and good judgement. Attaches to the left foot, like a chain. Demands to be dragged about. Whispers into the left ear, claws digging into the tender human shoulder. Drains all courteous flourish, and leaves a venomous desire for spite. All the faults amplified, and all weakness displayed. Makes one shake the head, and let out a half hearted laugh.

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