October 1st, 2002 - 8:20 a.m.

I no longer exist. Thanks.

"If I knew where I was going, I would already be there."

Hold on... this statue of alabaster is yet to be completed. Ought to go. Here, take this.

The head has been dizzily swimming in a feverish pool of nicotine and disbelief. The insideous influence of an engulfing influenza.

Have all and no reason to stop now.

Logic shall be the downfall; the tumble from the apex.

I am the perfect crime.

N.

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