A journal of musings, ramblings, paintings, songs, half-hearted notes, half-baked ideas, recipes, dreams, pieces of twine, road signs, cocktail napkins and small disasters.
Friday, March 24, 2006
Work sucks fragment
the time seems to fill itself up with emergencies, a constant drone of need, vacuum and urgencies drilling itself into the structure of existence so deeply there is the loss of resistence
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