2002-10-30 - 6:59 p.m.

Grinding for just one word, just one phrase, even a single exclamation would be nice. Only that its so hard to start speaking. Like as if all the universe was holding its breathe, trying not to twitch even a hair upon its head.

Digesting a thought like apple seeds eaten with the apple's fruit, it'll be in, move through me, but it will eventually poison me.

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