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There's something about the city that makes you stop questioning your own sanity, and increases your questioning of everyone else's.

People singing negro spirituals loudly on the bus between my dorm and Krista's.

Men who resemble vampires, assisted in their work by men who rather resemble Igors.

...And the homeless insane, who are absolutely ubiquitous. There are more schizophrenic people in this city then not, I fear.

I spent the weekend with Rasputin , but there wasn't really time for anything important.

In October sometime, I'm hoping to put a set up on this site. I'm searching desperately for something that hasn't been done before...