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.
Saturday, May 03, 2003
im not planning on keeping this template, but thought i'd put it up for a day or two just because it's so dang freaky. just watch it for a little while. man it gives me the chills. in a heebie jeebie kind of way. ok bye. happy saturday.
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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