October 25th, 2002 - 4:41 p.m.

It has been some time now.

Memories, pleasant ones, of Ash, sifting through the air. The wink of an eye. That is all that is really needed.

Always know who I am, but just often wonder who I was.

A manufacturer of titillating boredom. Yes. Confusing a demographic.

This is really nothing more than a nonsensical, noncensured, nonsequential, nondescriptory, net of nonthought.

May I be the first to express a snail-like enthusiasm.

N.

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