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Thursday, March 23, 2006


There is a day when my surface is stripped bare and I stare reality dead in the face. I wonder then at the extremity of angst, the effusive nature of happiness, and what lies beyond forever.

Thankfully, this day doesn't often come around. The rest of the time I am content to find pleasure in simplicity. These are the days I prefer.


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