水曜日, 10月 04, 2006

North, the future

There are lots of pieces of papers, receipts, ticket stubs, filled with numbers, strewn about my floor. The garbage can is filled with orange peels. It is raining, finally.

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every minute of life...you savor? what life are you in? because I am hiding from the life trying to eat me whole. Confused by waves of emotion, I savor fear.