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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2004-04-30 | [Ce texte devrait être lu en english] | I tell my brain to behave. “You abuse me”, replies. Nope, I say I read all labels before eating canned foods, regularly I talk with my priest, money advisor, marriage counselor and cognitive therapist. “Who cares?” it says. I need to be challenged and kissed by sublime, wit and humor, otherwise I’ll develop a tumor on my right hemisphere where anger, horror, panic, despair collide; believe me, I have no place to hide.” I say ”Hey! Get the hell out of here and write!” “Know what?” talking back to me “I just might.” ©Elena Malec, California 1997-2004
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