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2003-09-18 @ 10:05 p.m. . . .frayed. . . After realizing that my mind isn't as sharp as it was, I was really taken for a run. I can not muse. Honey fails to flow from these fingers, but it seems more like peanut butter. The spiral, that keeps us constantly moving, is slowly down. I am able to see myself and learn to hate the vision again. My problems are trivial. I have proved my strength. Another trial was not what I expected. Mental clarity be damned. Scratch the wall || 0 scratches on the wall. fade away - materialize |