Incidental Acts of Spontaneous Cerebral Violence

Monday, July 19, 2004

Expect little for I am momentarily incapable of movement

Maccers's broken heart must---absolutely must---feel better than my food poison-riddled stomach and esophagus. All together now: Can we say, 1 am, 2:30 am, 3:45 am, and, oh merciful god, enough already, 4:30 am. If it wasn't for my life-affirming tan, you'd think me a corpse.

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