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shiny objects

Sunday, July 04, 2004


Ah the fourth of july - my favorite time of year. Today I brooded moodily over my family's holiday dinner, demolished a half pound of shrimp cocktail, and toyed with the notion of consolidating the black powder from 200 black cat fireworks into a single home-made directional explosive.

I grow restless. These summer days leave me with too much time and too little to do. I'm a mercenary without a contract.

To top it off, my latest short work in the making evaporated into cyberspace when one of my family's computers caught a terminal illness. Fuck.

My instincts scream for change, but on what front?

College college college college college . . . .


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