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"I use to live in a room full of mirrors -  all i seen was me."

-Jimi Hendrix



And it felt like one way glass.  I could only look in.  Out was a frustrating dirty reflection, wild-eyed and maybe naked sunning itself in ferral warmth.



Felt like a mirror infinite mindfuck, glass on glass forever, except you can't say that for certain because you've never seen the whole thing.  And maybe that's IT!  You quit the last turn before you would have found an end, an exit.



Like a world of painted porcelin Russian dolls that shed their skin forever - except maybe they don't.  You reached cosmic critical mass.  You quit at the last wooden mother before you found that baby painted papoose, sweetly asleep.



You quit!

                          You failed!

             You gave up!

                                         You stopped trying!



                Your life will never be the same.