November 17th, 2002 - 11:29 p.m.

My stomach hurts.

Dreaming that a single gesticulation can, and will dismantle humanity with an ominous sweeping mushroom cloud. Scraping the landscape. Mangling the margins. Folding the foliage into a vacuum.

Am in love with the word "omni". Omniblas�.

With my luck, would probably now lose a six bullet round of Russian Roulette.

N.

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