July 23th, 2002 - 9:51 p.m.

A little rambling, not about much in particular.

Nicotine for breakfast. Nicotine for lunch. Nicotine for supper. Nicotine is my oxygen. Breathe it in, and feel it prickle the bronchi. Sugar tipped death. "Oh so sweet, let me tell you."

Odd how fragile this body is. A well placed fracture. A severed major artery. A split vein. A malfunctioning organ. A ruptured bone. The pinkie finger hurts.

Could die tomorrow. But most likely not.

N.

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