2004-09-15 - 10:16 a.m.
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Dead soldiers everywhere - beer bottles with the labels peeled off, cold, half empty cups of coffee, old disks and empty Altoid tins are scattered around my desk and my kitchen. Everything is so lived in and I can't decide if it's depressing or comforting. Even my body has a lived in feeling; like it'll never be nice and new feeling again. I'm fucking tired and lately my spelling and grammar have been for shit. I keep forgetting words in the middle of sentences. If I could open my mouth wide enough I'd consume this whole city. All the cars, the people in their houses, our lovely park system. All of it, down the hatch. Then I'd have some peace.
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