What will tomorrow bring? Saturday, Mar. 05, 2005 I talked to many people tonight, but I can't help feeling like I'm now standing on the edge of forever. I should have cleaned my room and washed my clothes to create some sort of balance, but that'll have to wait. I'll sink into the miasma of symbolic sludge. Last night, a man was shot and a man was hit in the head with a sledge hammer by unrelenting men. I helped a woman who had really good music coming out of her house clean up the bodies. The Cure takes me back to 11th grade when I was about to face the void. Jill Peterson stood at the gates. Staring at the Sea makes my stomach queasy. I need to listen to some Daniel Johnston to counter it, the perfect tincture. |
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