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It wasn't for lack of poison that I made it home.

3.000 pounds of steel, a layered pink and purple haze of sky, marine layer fog so close you can touch it, but you'll never reach it, music, a new CD, thoughts scattered over a busy highway...no time to pause, collect, regroup...gone.

It smells not of rain, but of heavy wet air...not oppressive, elevating. I love the drive home, late. I love the drive. Home. Late. Faster than I should, always faster than I should. Gaining time, losing space, only to find that time is lost again.

And then a song, never heard before tonight, made me cry for no reason save everything.
Had it been raining, what a beautiful tragedy I would have made.

( Lyrics )

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If I know you in "real life"...I will be unavailable, for the most part, until at least Wednesday. I have work to do.

Ga'bless Fark.com

If you love the movie "Office Space".

Lost the losing weight pool at work by 1 lb, got my Hedwig DVD just now, but I can't watch it.
Need DVD player.

Tootsie Rolls are the best

COMAS! Comas for all me and my friends! No expense spared!

By cracky, we'll wake up in a better time or I'll shoot us all.

p.s. I hate you.