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NINETEEN

I'm in here.
Just like you. There.
Maybe I passed you on the street today. Maybe I sat next to you on a plane once. Maybe you took my order. Maybe I cut you off and you cursed at me. Maybe I held the door open for you and you ignored me. Maybe you even slept with me.
You never know.
I ama person. Just as you are a person.
But yet, to you, i'm symbols on a screen.
signifying life. spilling beans. spinning yarns.
Here is a picture I took one day.
Are you in it?


You never know.
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SEVENTEEN

there was a mantle i was supposed to bear.i haven't.it calls.i know it.it knows it. or he knows it more to the point.it calls and calls.the low fog may lift. or the low fog will create rain.when the tide is way out.09/12/09 it starts anew.new.i knew then.i know now.it calls and calls.is this thing on then?yes. yes it is.hello.
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FOUR

interspersed with the daylight came moments of real darkness. day seemed to lose its meaning entirely as darkness at 1pm did not really signify 'night' nor did daylight at 2am signify 'day.' what made night? the hour? the conditions in the sky? what? and it was all random anyway. if it was by whim, whose whim or what whim? soon we would know. we would know two things:1. that the earth had stopped turning.2. and there really was a god.(though i can't say we really understand either of these concepts any better than we did before. but at least now we really comprehend how far off we are.)
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