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The Journal of Indigo Tempesta ah, che ridicolo
09/22/2003 03:32 a.m.
i am feeling incredibly frantic and quickly falling. it was a mania, a nice disturbing mania for a few hours. i can feel it failing, its potency flip-flopping to become something more pale and deathly; moth-like. i feel the bizarre impotence of an orphan. i feel this mania infecting my body - it's in the nausea, in the numbness, and the rapid-fire movements of each muscle, each nerve-ending shooting off too fast. ah, well. i'll sleep eventually, and all will be plasticked-over. I am currently Detached
I am listening to click clack; and a far-away movie soundtrack
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