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2004-11-23, 10:52 a.m.

somedays i wish the light would stay away when the sun goes down. the ridilin molecules could swerve to an uninterrupted beat, no longer worried that their moves would offend our eyes. we could shower in the dark, feeling individual droplets of water beating out the 144 bpm drum and bass, echoing off the walls in a hectic cacaphony of sound; now we sway our heads from side to side and lose inhibitions. the carpet becomes a pre-pubescent grass field, not yet grown to a sharpened stalk like an unattended front lawn. following along the path, you feel each breath of wind bouncing, filling empty space with scent and memory, wailing womans cruel sonnet leaves marks on your neck.

all of this without light