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Mar 15, 2006 04:21

My brain feels fuzzy.

Maybe because it's 4:21 am and I've been writing essays all day?

Having a fuzzy brain feels cool. This is the fourth time that I've listened to "Wish you were here" in a row. I wish I could smoke this placid high. Loud music and a sleeping world. I feel cocooned. Fuzz fuzz.

Two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl, year after year.

Running over the same old ground, what have we found?

The same old fears.
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