and then our exile

Thursday, May 06, 2004 at 6:08 a.m.
i have segued into a dream-world. There is much to write of, little to say, and i feel my audience is skewed. Enter this self-glorification, this uplifting of a hollow (.) shell.
Last night: movements i trusted, comfortable, an action-pattern i revelled in, but the timing was wrong.
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