All too conscious today of the pain of ostracism, of being invisible, emotionally castrated, undesired.
Why is it that whenever I look at a watch, or clock, the time is thirteen minutes past the hour?
Why is it that everything I touch turns to shit before my eyes?
Too much medication and not enough fornication.
I've seldom felt so sick.
Friday, August 18, 2006
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