I’m absorted by the sheerness of this all.
I can’t complain, feeling numb the whole time.
I don’t know what has happened.
Now I’m seeing everything pass me by.
Some idiot may make a joke out of this.
I don’t mind, he has already made it a long time ago.
He’s almost brain-dead now.
So far so good.
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on Monday, May 17th, 2004 at 10:42 am
