Sunday, August 03, 2003

No fancy links, no year-old memories, no what makes you read past the first 3 seconds of this sentence.

This is all real. My fingers go as slowly as I tell them to. I have been accused of being ponderous. That just means I'm easy to read to but difficult to talk to.

And depending on your position, yes, or no.

I was speaking to Brian earlier and I wanted to go to Vegas.

I was speaking to Brian Young earlier and I admitted I was feeling damn nihilistic.

Which has never worked before me in the past...

Which hasn't let at least a couple of sins pass by

Must go.

Too much too think about in this forever mist...

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