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on a couch |
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bizarre memories at arbys today, of things that may have happened, but
probably didnt. not deja vu, but something akin to it.
there was some sort of loss there, but once again, i failed in any
attempt to identify these new splashes of rain in the eternal puddles of
my mind. the place was a little too quiet, too clean. i kept
floating out of the place, drifting off to places i wish existed, except
for the horrible foreboding feelings they always give me.... |
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thanks to ted and
some sort of digital camera, this delightful scene was captured,
recording a single image of obscurity sometime during this
excruciatingly long tuesday.
07 24 01 |
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