Twenty-second verse, same as the first
01/11/2006 10:00 a.m.
Would to god that I could rip my intuition from my senses and cast it upon the water, but one of my greatest fears is that it would return to me sevenfold, and I don't think I could handle that.

One's dream is another's nightmare, and I really ought to avoid sleep for fear of being visited by others' dreams.

Somebody enlighten me as to the difference between fasting and starving again.

Would to god that I could rip from my mind that painfully analytical section that solves word problems while I'm screaming "No, for the love of all that is good and holy, stop!" and then has the nerve to look up as though it has done something worth doing. Would to god that I'd rather be a fool than know some things. Would to god so many things.

Now to toss through the showing of others' dreams, wants.