tsup-tup

head pounding, pulse too real for my liking, sight slipping, spinning, fading out, re-focusing with splintered glass intensity. weightily dumb- mute. my heads doing that thing again. reading old diary. life was good. it will be again. so, quite what, is the objective? hum. more later. i really am enjoying the way life was. _ra 1054|270109
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