2002-11-23 - 2:14 p.m.

Do not look at my screen. Not ever, this is my world to keep, to write, to speak, to just babble on and on. Minimize it again, elude to it with not so many words again. Browser of pages, my pages, keep away. Window, this window, is not for looking in, its only for me to look out from. You musn't look in. Will you listen to me, just this once?

Lose yourself in not so many words. What is it to all these words?

You're going to keep away; you will.

Working an ending, its easier than beginning, you know.

On the last words, my hands hold still the most, not knowing what to do.

Write an entry to pianosa's diary of non-sense and possible madness.