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I am here, unable to move, staring at the face of John N. Calvino, Esq. staring at me. He looks so sinister with his thick stalinesque mustache suspended ever so carefully from his bulbous nose. I wonder if he makes a lot of money. I wonder what he buys with his money, how many sport cars he owns, if he buys expensive diamond jewelry for his wife just because he can afford to, does he hate his life? Who is he? Really. How can I know him so well and yet not know him whatsoever? It's easy to assume.I am thinking. I am moving slowly at not moving at all and I am thinking thoughts that flutter in and out of my cerebral cortex, thinking about how slowly they come but how quick they go. But I feel slow and tired of thinking.
I just reread the last post I'd written from August, what seems a life time ago but only a mere 5 months. I can still hear the screams of the anguished family, see the horror in their eyes. Can you imagine? Yes, it is conceivable and I fear it will stay with you, haunting you with its surreal ambiance. It will stay with me and I wasn't even there.
My eyes hurt. This is a ridiculous post.
posted by H. Hopkins @ 10:31 AM
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