Xerox of a dead heart Saturday, July 6, 2002 Each time you read an entry at this page, the picture of me waving to you has to reload each time. I like that. Julie's dad has a point, experiencing bad things won't necessarily prepare you to avoid them the next time. I like how Matthew knows when he has nothing to tell anyone. I think I will turn on my fan now and dream of empires of the future. The title of this is unrelated to the contents. I typically start with a title and go from there, and this time I could not divulge what prompted me to begin this entry before the heat of my bedroom overwhelmed me. At this moment, I am absorbing the heat and trying to cook my brain. I think in the future I will not be as flimsy with words as I once was. That will be a good thing, because I suffer less dehabilitating depression all in vain. I will get up and cut the ribbon to the satellite dish bounce of my full smile. |
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