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, November 12, 2003
welp, it's 10:40 and i want to sleep so i took some "simply sleep" pills from a care package thinger the bookstore was giving away and i'll let them work their wonders. dont worry mom, they're non-habit forming. see you in the morning.
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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