I've got dead people in my suitcase. I travel through the day, enjoying life, having fun, making inferences, taking things for granted, and philosophizing, but when I finally sit down on my bed, and pop my mental suitcase to get ready for the night and the morning, out come a whole bunch of unresolved, putrid corpses, yet I can't bring myself to put them down just yet.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
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