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December 14, 2002

it was reminiscent of flood times of the house being broke of that damn snug bug defrocked of helplessness in the face of depending on others in the absence of face to face contact of being reduced to a just a one of many cipher to to either we will or won't get there today or next month or next year or who the hell knows...without malice but without regard just the same

dread worry the wrong direction spiraling into the wasteful anxiety vortex
a power suck if there ever was one
but we did play pick up sticks