scanning the floor for leftover appendages.
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Sunday, May 18, 2003 I woke today to discover that nobody is speaking to me anymore. My friends have deserted me, my girlfriend is long gone, my parents disown me, the man in the shop won't stroke my hand when he gives me my change, the train driver no longer tosses me his old newspaper as he passes, the pidgeons no longer dive bomb the pavement ahead of me to ensure ease of passage, infact, the passage has blocked itself off to me now, my nose refuses to smell, my arms claim to belong to somebody else. My eyes are acting independently of myself and each other, my beard has stopped growing, my teeth have wandered off to find more suitable habitation, my skin oh whats the point, I am making all of this up anyway for one thing. For another, nobody in the whole wide world ever reads this Blog anyway. How could they? you have to know its here to find it, and even then you have to have a password and a bingo card with the winning line on it, and and oh. Goodbye. There doesn't appear to be a facility for destructing Blogs, so this one will prolloblably sit here festerating until one day when I am unemployed and have nothing better to do than to retrace my own journey into the inflammation soupy highbrowww.goodbye.com/ posted by Spooky | 3:35 PM |
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