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Tuesday, September 14, 2004

white noise

All I do is stare. Today, yesterday.
Went walking at 4a.m., passed the paper man. Although I should clarify and say that the man I passed was not made of paper, he was just throwing bits of info at houses. I walked past a cat; it was very tense, and hunched at me. The grass was uninteresting during my walk, and I take that pesonally. A moth flew into my eye; I renamed it a 'fleye'. What else? I am mostly sleepless but quite tired, like a wishless coin in an empty fountain, more dropped than tossed.

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