"let's let go"
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march 31st My mind isn't on anything but dragging through exhaustion. (You NEED to hear the above sentence in a sing songy way).I'm staring at my ceiling...tick tick tick. I recieved some webglop tonight which is above and beyond the way I've been feeling anyway. "300 something messages", I mumble corpse like in the dark. I criiss cross my fingers. Didn't it seem like HOBBLING when I forced myself up and over to the mirror? Didn't it seem like giggling when I whispered, "let's let go". This is the message I felt I recieved. I am given to understand that I CAN let go...the new web regime has opened my tomb a little wider still. I am going to TRY to recreate the feeling...the tidal wave...that knocked me loose from San Francisco, sloshed me to Vancouver, and ultimately surfed me onto Ramsey beach. I said the FEELING. I think my train ticket cost about $260.00...that's an EARTHLY fact...I'll catch those planks and nail them in TOO...but we've got to UNDERSTAND utter desperate exhaustion and IT moves on without receipts. Because UGLINESS is and was, let's GO THERE. current | 1999 | 1998 | colfax diaries |