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whenever i have my knife in my hand, i have the uncontrollable fear of stabbing myself in the eye. this fear, however, does not seem altogether unfounded, because it is based on the incredible yet as to now controllable urge to thrust the shining seam of metal into my eye. at least oedipus knew what he had done... previous * next |