I am clawing at the walls of the glass jar with the screwcap with the holes punched out on top.
I am mocking myself in a mirrors curved in the shape of my fears.
And now, I am sleepy.
An idiosyncratic and non sequitorial examination of the contents of one head.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
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