May 7, 2002

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  So sorry for the delay folks! But I’ve been a bit preoccupied by things personal and just really have not had the desire for storytelling the past few days. Say, ya ever see something coming from a mile away and when it finally arrives, knowing it was coming doesn’t really seem to help much? It feels like I was staring down a set of tracks watching the light get brighter, hoping it would stop, or at least slow down but now the train is blowing past me in a hurricane of noise, sand, and scattered paper and I swear I can just make out the tinkling of champagne glasses in the club car as it thunders past. It’s funny, if you have had someone teach you about being honorable, why do they leave out the part where you lose? I suppose it’s because honor is its own victory; but if that’s the case, why do I feel like I need some sort of spiritual wheel and pottery kiln to fashion this wet lump of emptiness into something useful?

  
  

   

  
  

  Ew, I’m waxing rhetoric…sorry about that. I think Orange Clean will get that out, for you people in the front row. Next up, Day Two and the story of bugs...the other, other, other white meat.

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