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2004-02-05 - 2:21 a.m.

What motivation is left? What's the only thing that works?

Theres a box, a big one, and inside is your corpse or your baby. It doesn't matter, it's just about reaching in and taking it by the hand, no matter what.

Me and my corpse sat on the beach, I tried to teach him how to make a sand castle, but he washed away.

"That's my baby.", I said, shaking my head while the surf licked at my toes.

"That's my sand", said the castle. I left it the rest of my drink and went home.

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