07.Oct.2001

exhaustion

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but I maintain in the slow lane

Sunday morning. Squinting out the living room window at on-coming traffic. Taper candles sitting on the desk, the Dreamcast whirling in the background, two people talking, four people sleeping, and a German boy nervously pacing. He's wearing a Misfits tee-shirt.

Last night was surreal. I'd have to find some arty, bullshit way to describe it, although my mind fails me greatly. Falling asleep on the keyboard, the Dreamcast whirls, two people talking, four sleeping, the German is sitting in a director's chair.

You know, the settings on this computer are awful.

Slide.

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time & machine