More in a long line of boring, depressed drivel, where the title is longer than the content

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

I reach out for contact of the un-human variety. My mind twirls on the edge of depression daring me to call it delicious and dance barefoot in its grassy fields. It makes me want to smile but I tilt my head and look askance wondering what if anything is left and why I can’t find it. Judge everyone and jump through their skin; raise your eyes to their eyelevel and let it say something about them. Or is it you you’re supposed to be saying something about.

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