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Tonight I Sat Infront Of This Very Computer.
The Eerie And Unsettling Drones Of The Song 'Eraser' Playing Through My Mind Through Some Imaginary Speaker.
I Read A Love Story.
It Was Very Sad.
I Doubted So, As I Am Very Unskillful
At Accepting Generally Saddening Things As Sad.
I Was Proven Wrong. Very, Very Wrong.
A Love Story.
Very Out Of Context For People Who Think They Know Me,
People Who See Me As Some Gloomy-Looking Kid Who Draws
Walking The School Hallways, With A Notebook And Pen In Hand.
But I Enjoy Literature, And Am Mindful Of The Tradigian Areas.
I Have Long Since Dreamt Up A Character,
A Character Who Doesn't Care Of Death.
But, So Moved I Was By The Story,
That Have Redrawn My Plans.
I Feel Stupid, And Foolish For Saying I Was Moved By The Story.
I Was Stunned At The Realism Of It.
The Sadness And Raw Humanity Displayed From It.
It's Not Like A Dir en Grey Song.
A Song Pulled From Kyo About Some Freak Who
Is Violent, Or Insane, Or Something.
It Isn't Something You Can Play Back And Forth As You Read The Lyrics To,
It Isn't Something You Can Brush Off Because It Leaves In Three Minutes, Seventeen Seconds, Like Karasu Or HADES.
It Wasn't By Some Japanese Guy Who's Looking For Shock Value.
It Was Almost Like A Man Had Poured The Pure Sadness Of Some Devastating Loss
Into A Couple Sheets Of Paper, And Published Them Somewhere.
It Wasn't Some Disgusting Ed Gein, Or Jeffery Dahmer Story You Could Use To Gross Out Your Sister, Or Anything, Either; Not Another Eraserhead, Or Iron-Man Tetsuo, Or Saw.
Just A Piece Or Solidly Loving, Yet Tradgic Literature.
The Punishment Isn't Violent, But The Punishment Was Playing The Events Over And Over, Dreaming Of The Loss, And Wishing You Had Done The Right Thing,
Or, Maybe Not Even The Right Thing, But The Thing You Wouldn't Have Regretted.

I Was So Dumbstruck.

'Sad'?

To Use Such A Simple And Utterly Basic Word To Even Begin To Capture It Seems Idiotic To Me.
I Feel Like Shakespeare Now, Criticizing The Words Of Others.
It Just Seems To Great To Just Sum It Up As 'Sad'.

'The Whole Spectrum Of Human Emotion Should Be Taken Into Consideration!'

That Line From 'Donnie Darko' Courses Through My Thoughts Along With The Eerie Tune Of 'Eraser'. It Wasn't Just Love, Or Fear, Or A Little Line Between.
It Was Both. It Was All, And It Was Great.
A Literary Masterpiece.

But It Was Unlike Anything I'd Read.
Even The Stories Of SARS And Such Fall Short.
SARS, With Pointless Deviancy. Plot Holes, And Blank Plots,
That I Now Denounce, But Still Dutifully Care About.


I Am A Fool.

I Claim This Story Has Moved Me, And I Don't Even Know What It Was Called.
I Found It By Mere Coincedance, By Following A Link On An Art Website.
I Feel So Stupid Loving This Story, Because I Know Nothing Of It, Or Who Wrote It,
Or Where I Even Read It. I Am Truely A Fool,

And I Claim To Enjoy Literature, Dispite The Unread Copy Of 'The Alchemist's Cat'
Resting Upon The Desk Infront Of Me.