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2003-07-28 - 11:21 p.m. There are eighthundred gazillion moths in my dungeon. They are swirling about me and fluttering and being all grey and pretty. I like moths they make me think of the moon. I like the moon, it makes me feel like a point at the end of a reflected ray, refracted and diffused through a bubble of oxygen and nitrogen and ozone and some other crap. And that makes me feel small and mortal and okay. Because I'm just that. And I needn't ever hate myself when I'm lookin at the moon. And if not then why ever. Why ever. � 0 comments so far� |