had i been honest and gone with my first inclination, my memoir would have read (counting the hyphenated word as one): "bowl-shaking earthquakes of doubt and remorse" (via Cake, "The Distance"). actually, i would have swapped out "doubt" for "guilt," but so . . .
next time, i will try harder to avoid silencing myself; if only the compulsion to silence myself weren't so "rhetorically saavy" . . . but so anyhow, here's cake:
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