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Feb. 26th, 2004 12:35 amFear not my lonely eye that watches you and follows with a treacherous hand; you are not what they are looking for. I wish only to comfort you -- look at how the eye quivers and the hand trembles, so much I am afraid too of myself -- that I would not hurt anyone for gain, nor shall I be otherwise seen like this. -- Hey, don't go away! I'm not a murderer! It's safe to be with me -- what, you say? Blood? Where?! On my hands? -- Wait! Come back! I can't hear you! All over me!?...oh shit!!