May 11, 2007 22:31
I'm just waiting for Sunny and Kathy and Rica and Reggie and Evans and Elvin and Portia and Icel. We're all leaving for the beach tonight.
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An acquaintance recently passed away at twenty fuckin eight. I just stared at the wall for a couple of minutes upon hearing the news and hurriedly packed for the gym. It was initially welcomed as a trivial disruption but all throughout the day it just slowly drilled a hole in me, like a distant thought beckoning to be given due thought--like the steel tines of a fork mercilessly rubbed on a ceramic plate's burnished surface.
I saw him dying, vomiting his tumor out. His lifeless body on the floor. A image of him partying in Embassy or wherever...and now he's dead. dead. gone.
I took it as a [morbid] reminder that I'm gonna die too. I almost forgot.
Yeah.
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I hear Kathy's raspy high-pitched voice calling me. Glad we're leaving for the beach.
It's a sad thought, people dying.