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April 4, 2013

I fix two eggs for my breakfast this morning.  I cannot find my way out of the fog.  I will trick it later on and crawl out from under it.  It feels warm and mushy…as if I could freeze it hard with something bright and cold and then shatter it with a sudden movement. Of course those ideas can be illusory.  They can fool you into doing very bad things sometimes.  The locusts are howling inside my head again.  It is a minor annoyance.  I put them back, deep in the woods in Ohio in the summer near Kiser Lake.