the mind-numbing boringness of the recycled thoughts, 
the limb-numbing ennui from walking a thousand miles and not having reached; 
the life of the moments making up a momentary life, the death of a thousand sighs culminating in thousands of my deaths; 
I have known that I have died before but I keep on living to see if I can cheat death someday.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
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