06.Sep.2002

nothing but sleep

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i found god not his devils inside her

I wrestled then lost to the desire of Friday Night update-age. I'm exhausted. Slight headache. Still an undulating orb of weirdness circulating my personal universe.

The funeral was nice, a myriad of roses and old friends decorated the gravesite. I was approached by one woman in particular who beheld an insane amount of sincerity and love that I nearly crumbled.

Death is still interesting to me, I am still sketchy of it, I am still weary. I am mostly exhausted, and I seek nothing but pure, uninterrupted sleep for the first time in three years.

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time & machine