Apr 11, 2003
Transliteration of a Sigh
I have little more to offer today than the simple assessment of how low I feel. The week has been a sort of downward spiral aimed at a sucking chest wound. I kept waiting for inspiration and impetus, but neither of them left their beds. And I don't know them well enough to barge in uninvited.
Blast the permanence of ideas.
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