if this is all there is, okay by me

was fishing through truth and doubting it's likelyhood or knowing it was what i called it when i frist caught scrambled sight of the cat itself these things are fair and just and we live in recollection of them or maybe collecting for the purpose of recollecting refragmenting dropping a line to the ones that knew me best thought they did so did i and it was okay for it to be that way. that's the way things go when round and round is up and down and everything else gets muddied by the sound of itself. i love mornings the most when i've lived through the night rather than slept through it.

2002-09-14 | 11:52 p.m.
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