Monday, May 6, 2002

The music was fast. But even as fast as it was going, it seemed that the other thing - the big thing - was going faster. Much, much faster. And that was, and still is, scary as fuck to our protagonist. And so, he is going to eat some ice cream. And maybe some olives, if there are any to be found in his kitchen, and sing a new song. And if he's brave, he'll try to reconcile time.

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