7:00 a.m. - 2002-02-26
Not to relieve the pressure, though.
Sometimes I wish that I could do something about the surplus of thought swirling around in my head like glitter in a snow globe.

It gets to be too much sometimes, it feels stale and putrid and hot.

I wish I could get one of those spigots with the sharp end for jamming into things and give it a slam into the ol� skull.

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