March 13th, 2003 - 12:47 a.m.

Separate states.

A delinquent afflicted disease. All missed tender kisses and water soaked bronchi whispers. Never did exist. Except under dusty floor boards, and between sighs.

An inexplicable, though, frankly, not communicable disease. Most frightful.

A stifling angst. Stagnancy and static, electrifying the air with sparks of revolt and marked targets. There is no cure for stupidity. When living upon a large flat rock, shelterless to unfriendly wind and caddish snow, one ought to merely find a new locale.

A pure childish state, received. Was joyous. And burst into kaleidoscope flames.

Hopelessly attached, in most sickened and disastered format. Could not see the questions by focus on answers. But look, the eyes are dry, and the mouth is marked with a just-tasted-something-awful sneer.

Comfort. But when not for oneself, one must acknowledge.

Most wondrously distressingly odd. The bias runs through like awl meeting room temperature butter.

Well, it was never up to us.

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