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By chris Date: 2004 Mar 23 Comment on this Work [[2004.03.23.22.22.31831]] |
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Four days of generic reservation cigarettes and caffeine pills and Tylenol PM's and hours of good sleep countable on barely one hand. Four days of growing signs and symptoms prompting eating simply out of fear. When suffering just goes on and on and the grace and epiphany never comes and even the the peace-through-total- exhaustion always seems to elude you like the ghost coyote just around the next wall in the red rock slot canyon (he's always there - you know this - but you will never see him). Something else finally does come - like the friend you have no choice but embrace because you're broke and starving and it's too late - the fervent desire not to be loved but to be anything but hated. |