i'm afraid of everything (but mostly just you)

then it hits me. i have braid. i have a way to think and feel but know it is only what it is. i can pull it apart and latch onto it and let it go all at once and know that things are falling only at careful rates and handing us birthday cards typed out by generic computer payroll style mapmakers at www.impersonalcards.com otherwise what the fuck?
so i'm sitting and listening to afraid of everything and tapping my toe and feeling less tired all the sudden and waking up. suddenly i can smell the roses that have grown for twelve years in the backyard here. i can see lilies in the neighbor's yard and my little oak tree is right there, where i can see it and touch it and fell it and know that everyone will soon be draggin it to the street to poke it with a stick. i love this fucking life.

2002-09-21 | 7:27 p.m.
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