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11.06.2004

time and everything, my life shredded into bits, arranged on a revolving image. but what do i do with the dischord -- do i turn the madness into beauty? and how? which way to wander? there is no end to the spiralling of everything. i just see fragments scattered along the roadside like someone littered a bunch of scraps of whatever sanity exists in this world (if that even exists). sanity seems like just a trap at this point -- derived from a pile of letters, a compost heap of language, arranged into rows & alphabetized in a filing cabinet. where's my chainsaw? i can't let these walls close in, can't be too concerned about my sanity or it'll matter too much till it chokes me. yes, i did envelop myself in a shoestring of a mind, but there are some damn good strings out there. who knows if w'll find 'em? -- but i gotta try. i gotta walk around, not poof, until my feet morph into random splatterings of autumn leaves and i just fall apart so just maybe it won't matter anymore. maybe i can stop thinking about 'oh no, here we go again, another four years,' and 'ten years of shurf (sheriff) hege, then this.' there's worry everywhere. i see it every hologram in every person's eyes. it's okay, i can be jaded one day, but you should really eat this napkin, it's really quite tasty. tv brand cat food at every door!

: screamed out by a cat on a blue wire 2:02 PM