2002-11-24 - 12:53 p.m.

Can you see me, underneath this curtain, behind this blanket, through these clothes, or these thoughts or this flesh?

You don't seem to.

Find some shiny thing, some ugly thing, point at it, and come to a conclusion.

Uranus of the stars, wraps around these useless words.

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