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Sunday Feb 06, 2005

Feb 6, 2005
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everyday, you crawl into the night
A fallen angel, with your wings set alight
When you hit the ground
Everything turns to blue
I can't get through the smoke
That's surrounding you

I can see through the clouds
I can walk right through the walls
Hang me off the ceiling
But I can't take the fall
Should have crossed the river
But I may get swept away
Out there on the water
You can still see me wave

Cause when youre falling
I cant tell which way is down
And when youre screaming
Somehow I don't hear a sound
And when you're seeing things
Then your feet dont touch the ground
Cause when you're falling

I can't tell which way is down


t minus 40...

not only am i powered by visions, but apparently i'm consumed by dreaming. long hours spent willfully curled between the sheets, partly out of a lingering sickness, partly of this dreaming need. once awake and aware, i'm fine to go about the dailies of a life actually lived. between the awake and aware is a limbo time, stretching sometimes for hours. basically, i'm out of it, i don't want to get back in it, and i'm biding my time until i have to pay attention. i check in on myself sometimes, just to make sure i'm not fucking it all up too badly, but in general, i'm letting it work itself out. Not the brightest thing i could be doing i'm sure, but after a month or two of attenuating myself to every detail, i got nothing done and was so stressed out i couldn't think straight, couldn't flex, acted about as sideways as a freight train. now, i think, things are a bit better. maybe more fucked up as well, but better. so i guess a couple of extra hours spent in bed isn;t goin to kill me, particularly in light of this stinking cold, this insidious little sniffle turned virulent and angry.

nothing to it all really, just more days spent, more hours behind me.

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