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Thursday, December 05, 2002

it rained and i felt cold the entire day. of course it really didn't help that i was wearing a spaghetti strap top and did not bring along my brown corduroy jacket... do you mind waiting for a while? i've got nothing to write at the moment but i feel like it. It's one of those nights where i don't want to go to bed so early. (11.30pm already). just bear with me for a while..
...
a long line of images
life, a series of tv screens
flashing simultaneously hundreds
of factoids accumulated
in a
single day.
i don't know what to look at,
what to make of them,
what to even say.
their cliche quips
strain every single
iota of creativity out of my being.
And this is just
a single day
you are looking at.
perhaps the temporary
death of
sleep was a better end.
....?

utter gibberish for now. but i'll be back if i'm still awake.

posted by happyhannon at 11:33 PM