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Tuesday, April 05, 2005
The car was starting to heat up like an oven. When he came back out, Cradled in his palm… The dry dead husk of what a mayfly had once been. For one who has never seen a mayfly before, It is logical to assume it as a giant blood sucking mosquito escapee from some nuclear facility. I cannot drop the image of this. Why this moment has been rewound in my head so many times in the past twenty-four hours I will never know. I haven’t heard that voice in a long time. It’s too hard to describe the exact tone of gentle curiosity. I have a headache from thinking too much. If I weren’t thrown into the maw of trouble so constantly my head would be fine. If I just hadn’t asked too much of people, Things would be fine. I have had a violent slush of nightmares right before waking up lately. Its like it saves up to haunt me all day. I’ve been long overdue in writing again. And probably long overdue for the next. Too much pain sitting here. And I have to leave soon. |
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