Dynamite

His Pluto was on my moon. It’s equivalent to blowing up the side of a mountain with dynamite. Those tunnels don’t create themselves. They are man-made. I liked my mountain the way it was. It was solid. The sleeping giant has been awoken and it’s pissed. All of my desires, my needs, my dreams , my drives were in slumber and it took years to lull them to sleep. And now it’s all disheveled. There is a hole in my mountain. I shouldn’t have played with fire but I did and now I’m fucked.

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