:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: i'm.okay : how're.you? : thanks.for.asking : thanks.for.asking ::

:: [a.whisper.in.water] :: [ not.my.statement ] | [ input /out ] | [ sound.and.mostly.vision ] ::

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:: sgt.pepper [>]
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:: han.chan [>]
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:: radio.free.quaker [>]
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:: fark [>]
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:: achewood [>]
:: hulahluaghalgah [>]
:: unamerican [>]
:: cheater [>]

:: Friday, April 11, 2003 ::

Before I forget:
I am at my most comfortable, psychologically, in a cage, it would appear. I'm tricky. I need the right kind of pressure, and there's so many wrong kinds.

Ugh, I feel awful. Again. Why the deuce do I keep DOING this to myself? The only reason I'm not giving up wholesale is largely chemical...how awful is that? Really, what have I descended into? No real needs are being fulfilled. I need touch, rest, sleep, routine, diligence, balance. This is the opposite of all this. Oh well. The work's SORT of getting done, isn't it?

:: Aziz 7:23 AM [+] ::
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