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a grey knive lurking on the corner of the bathroom counter, incongruously balanced on the edge - just about to fall - the light of day leaked into the room like dish detergent being squeezed gently out of a bottle, and over in the corner, rats rustled in a paper bag. he walked into the room to the sound of the ceiling fan slowly misunderstood. his left sneaker squeaked slightly. paper in his pocket crumpled up and a blue crayon behind one ear. a muddy cigarette in one hand and no lighter. his eyes are silently stained-glass windows inside a church with no congregation, waiting for the hollow bellpulls - the doorbell of the Almighty. he takes out a sharpie and marks an x on the wall. moments later a fly buzzes fatly in and lands on the ��������������������������������������������spot, preening and humming to itself. below, at the baseboard, an ant trundles in. he looks at the mirror. he looks away. outside, a bird hits the window, and all things still, in hushed������������������������������������������mourning. an ignorant cricket looses a selfish mating call and

2003-05-04, 11:26 p.m.

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��������� �����all day at the car wash in north windham. helping spa out.

soap, suds. water. a leaky hole. about $200. mcdonald's. finally, seeing 'identity' with tara. an application for the movie theater.

a farmer's tan. a sunburn of crazy lobster proportions. i feel on fire. aloe vera is powerless against this singe.

we have no fan in this room. water does not work. there is no sympathy! none!

oh woe is me. physical malady.

on another note, 'identity' is a fucking fantastic movie. go see it.

as for me, i'll be up for awhile. stuff to do tomorrow, but this entry is summed up in the title.

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