I can feel myself getting all dark and twisty again. Beginning to retreat back into the dark place.
I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. 5am.
Saturday, September 19, 2009
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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