reading outloud to my centipede
2005-04-20 - 10:40 p.m.

Three hours of bathing, followed by psychic discoveries, followed by Boggle, all preceeded by a new hat and chocolate cake.

I think I'm getting the hang of this perpectual state of shoveling the heated soil of a green mind. It's full of juices that mean nothing but trouble. I am sick of it, but it's just the tool for polygraphs and convictions.

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