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and then our exile

Saturday, December 20, 2003 at 2:10 p.m.

I am engripped on many fronts. Physically, a stranglehold with dull pain behind ears blanked-out eyes wanting to turn Dutch windmill spinning away into oblivion shoulders that ache a back out of joint muscles that vegetate a temperature goin' haywire and an intermittent cough complaining from deep in th'chest.

I just want to sleep.

I have growled at people.
Grackle.

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