I can't say it like I write it...I can't write it like I think it...I can't think it like I feel it...and I don't feel a thing.
Tuesday, March 18, 2003
i got a haircut tonight. shaved the whole thing to 3/4 of an inch. its the first time ive cut my hair before it was 3 feet long, i think, since like, 2 years ago. kinda nice for a change i guess. whatever. its just hair.
He heard the words drag out. He felt them pull out of his mouth like freight cars, jangling, backing up on each other, grating to a halt, sliding, clinching back, jarring, and then suddenly stopping as roughly as they had begun. It was over. --Flannery O'Connor, "The Barber"
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