July 25th, 2002 - 1:29 a.m.

Perhaps some things defy explaination?

Yesterday, while lying in the human hair textured grass, it was realized that the sky was a most blissful shade of Effexor blue. Closed the eyes. Revelled in the chemical balance, the scent of the greenery, the sound of the dancing branches overhead.

Happy. Meaninglessly, intoxicatingly so. Stop. Trying to dissect.

Looking back, one can always pick the idiotic moments. Like lice. Or a scab. Well; both itch, are discarded. And work into the analogy well.

Beauty requires no excuse. And people ought to still have silver screen emotions. And clever dialogue.

That is all for now. Count the minutes, and disband. You thief. You ingenious trap.

You heard me the first time.

N.

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