I will never again feel this touch of profound nothingness, emptiness, stillness, silence.
Peace. The peace of sleep. No. I toil and escape to BOOKS. Many books.
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To get the experience of this page a tiny bug moves like a satellite across the page as I write.
stomach burning from too much ceeb horse rattling God knows what outside-so loud it could be in my room A predatory bird screams outside my back door IPod + candles I have mouse pills but I don't want to kill these damn mice
How you know you have vitamin deficiency: Multivitamins taste good. Like a salad. Willy Wonka?
And I want the title of my next yuppie emo song to be: "She Drinks Her Water Straight from the Rain"
Signing off in isolated insanity and good spirits, and smelling like Peaceful SleepTM and B.O.....
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