Wednesday, May 31, 2006

I killed a centipede last night.
I stepped on it.
Afterwards, I couldnt get its slimy guts off the bottom of my shoe.
It served as a temporary yet constant
reminder that I had killed something innocent and
completely independent of myself.
How selfish.
I feel horrible.
I shouldnt step on things anymore

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