Friday, October 22, 2004

It's the Precious

Hope dangles on a string Like slow spinning redemption There is a Precious in my life. That which I hold dearest. I love the Precious; I worship the Precious. I want the Precious, even as it destroys me. I am not Frodo, willing to give my life for the cause; I wish I were. No, I am Gollum. I want the Precious all to myself, and the nasty little Hobbitses stand in my way. Like him, I must be thrown into the fires of Mount Doom, to be consumed.


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