Tuesday, March 08, 2005

it started as any other day would start. bitterness from having been driven from the warm comforting folds of my bed by the demonic blaring issued forth from the clock. still, i could smell a difference in the air. it was not to be a typical day. not with that aroma. no sir. things were going to be different. with this thought i lunged through the house, skipping the hygiene, the breakfast, the garb. in all my naked splendor i shouted to the world "It's going to be a beautiful day!" and then a bus hit me.

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