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00. 1-800-LESS-TAX
19. 4am.
82. ENTRY 1.
90. selected conscience.
3/6 - luke.
46. - dead.
50. - warehouse.
7. bag.
493. listening.
2000. chicago railway station.
18. beauty.
97.tooth.
70. crowd.
84. hair.
9. revolution.
48. wedding reception.
59. the bible.
4. headphones.
73. south pacific.
286. motel.
99. love.
poem: The Pedestrian
poem: Television.
procedure of a (slightly mad) scientist.
the well known tale about prunes.
summer rain.
Bill Gate$
Ted's story.
escapades in the pool hall
Bob. the prince that once was.
everything...
pictures.
*me.
good stuff.
links.
avro simones.
73. south pacific.

i'd been swimming around for years.

at least it was a change.

i used to be bored walking around, now im starting to get bored swimming. my skin has become think, covered in scales and i have gills on my neck; i can never go back.

the water feels so natural now, like the concrete used to feel beneath my shoes.
i ache to get back on land - with the people who can walk on two legs.

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i found the warm water and stayed there for about two days - swimming in circles.
i knew all the fish by name, and they all knew me.
somedays i looked up to the sky and others i swam as deep as i could until my eyes began to hurt.

today i swam too deep. one of my eyes began to bleed but i longed to find out what was at the bottom of the ocean.
i kept on swimming - through the pain.
i woke up on a speedboat, then passed out.
i woke up in hospital. i tried to open my eyes, but only one of them worked.
now im sitting up in bed, trying to get someones attention. i think im dying of thirst because i can't see and i can't pick the glass of water up with my fins.