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Mar 06, 2005 18:25

I wrote today. I wrote in this spot. What I wrote was written for a long time. But I threw it away. Those words will never be heard, for they were words from a weary head and tired carcass of a living body.

My emotions become raw in times like these and all the words come out wrong. That's why I threw them into the fires of hell, into the prison of history.. a history which has been erased. As far as I'm concerned they were never written. Every attempt to write something deep and inspiring is all for naught.

I'm sorry. Please forgive me. You've just wasted your time reading this (should anyone read this at all.) Go play on the playground. Go create beautiful music. Go write, but don't write just anything. Make it extraordinary and fascinating. Make it so good that my words will be forgotten much faster than they will be anyway. Make it so good that I will come back to it time and time again and say "you are just that cool." Thank you for doing what I cannot.

Goodnight. Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. See you in the morning light. When we'll do what's good and right. I am just that tired. Forgive me.
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