18.June.2003

the clouds will part and the sky cracks open

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and god himself will reach his fucking arm through

This morning, I awoke to a pool and pushed my limbs hundreds of laps around Northwest Oklahoma City; directly succeeding this moment, I locked myself in a gym for an hour and a half.

I want something to which I can fully commit myself.

I asked myself exactly how different my universe had become following a decision which more than comfortably chafes me. Defeated, I admitted to myself, "Nothing feels different."

I issue no disclaimers and no apologies.

It hurts.

So fucking stupidly and imperfectly.

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time & machine