In the beginning was the wound. And the wound was with God. And the wound was God.
posted by Ernest Scribbler at 12/06/2004 05:41:00 PM
Monday, December 06, 2004
About Me
- Name: Ernest Scribbler
"Three in the morning. I realize this second, then this one, then the next: I draw up the balance sheet for each minute. And why all this? Because I was born. It is a special type of sleeplessness that produces the indictment of birth."
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i wait with bated breath for the day i'll have enough experience to have the ability to lecture you.
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