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.
Wednesday, May 14, 2003
the girls in my bio group decided to give everyone in the group nicknames. they meant to call me narcoleptic because i always fall asleep. they got a little confused and called me narcissistic. i laughed.
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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