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She Hates


Allowing myself to really experience melancholy, as well as angry feelings, has led me into a deep funk. This creature was at the bottom of the pit. She is myself who has been kept bottled up since I was twenty-two, since the day I turned off my hate. She who hates is painted in the colors of "The Rape", red and green and black. She is the inarticulate rage of that child grown into a deadly wrath.
My homicidal manic has me locked away drowning in my subconscious hatred. I seek love but I run off anyone who might get close to me. I think this hating self needs to be acknowledged, even honored, and her energy redirected so that she can be safely released from the pit.


Dream:

There was a pickup truck with a camper. The truck ran mad and became a homicidal manic. It locked its owner in the shower of the camper and turned on the water drowning him. The truck fell in love with another pickup and chased her through the night. But whenever it saw people, it would go out of its way to run over them.


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