Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Like Pulling Teeth. One by One. With Rusty Pliers.

Every. Word. Crafted. Individually. Every. Thought. Carved. From. The. Dead. Stone. That. Is. My. Brain.

Very. Slow. Tedious. Like. Death.

Can’t. Go. On. Must. Stop. But. Can’t. Stop.

Need. To. Drag. Myself. To. Finish.

Ugh.

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