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8:46 p.m. 2004-03-02

Fragility through emotional isolationism and unstable physical boundaries. You've bound yourself to this hope and no one can strip you of it. Sing your songs on your video screen as you soar through space, the newspapers are waiting to turn your story into tabloids.

Tonight i feel drained and ill and forsaken by intellectualistic understanding of the world around me. Torn apart from all ability to cope we just freefall.

Shit i can't write Piss out of luck i am... braindead and tired

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