Thursday Sept. 30, 04
My arm itches like a monkey. Getting infected. Let it, I say. Rot me away from the inside out. Holy cliché, batman. That was lame.
It’s so quiet. Why??
No amount of music can drown it out. I can’t ignore it. It must prevail. I have to let it dominate. It controls me. Silence.
Silence.
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