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Something is coming, just past the horizon still, but you can feel it moving in the ebb and flow of everything.
I don't know who, I don't know how.
It feels like a concentrated effort, organized and furtive, lurking in the blink between posts.
I would like to know why they seem to think I am interesting. Although possibly I am simply a random screen blindly stabbed at, eenie-meenie-miney-moe.
Sleep now, hope that the randomness will continue to hold up. Maybe all of this is just coincidence, maybe there are no secret plots, sleep-deprived brain seeing patters when there are really none. Sleep now.
If they cut off my tail while I'm asleep, all hell will break loose.
 amalyn · Mon May 26, 2008 @ 09:32am · 0 Comments |
