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2002-02-17

I had nightmares that I was fourteen again. A night long tumult half-wrestling, half-dodging thrown objects, being screamed at frenzied drunken madness rolling and swimming in dream that was more memory tears.

Both of them are on their way here.
I'm going to work, they're coming to see my sister I s'pose.
That's okay.

Things are so slow-and-fast at the same time. Stopping. Such sickeningly even-spread evenness tempering the edges of minutes as they pile gracefully upon each other. Stability for no reason.