Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Woke far too early, didn't want to get up, lay in a hazy daze, Peretz barking occasionally. Someone walking on my grave.

Gray skies, singing 'Pale Blue Eyes' quietly to myself, truly, truly a sin. Never enough time.

Tell someone all the truth before it kills you.

What is Truth? said jesting Pilate.

Do love me some Bacon, truly, I do.

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