ex silentio
2010-12-25, 4:20 a.m.

The underside of my nails are throbbing, like the needles are still there. And before that a blinding goddamn pain behind my right eye. Jesus, it's already 4:30am or so. I can't believe how fast tonight is going.

Still too slow. I need the time -- and the time still eludes me, like the end has drawn closed.

... the end, is the begining, is the end.

Do nothing

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