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last glass...dusty buckets...parched e-lips...sponge...drip...drop
2003-02-13 - 8:45 a.m.: dewdrops :o/ ok. my post-drunken-rambling-session impression? well gee. i must have reached a point sometime last night when all of that made perfect sense. there's something kind of cool about that. or scary. or both. i guess... it's like being able to write down what's going through your mind in the middle of a dream (which is pretty tough to do)...and not being able to interpret it when you wake up...so feeling a little curious and wistful about that state of mind that you'll most likely never return to. that'll do. |