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:: Monday, January 28, 2002 ::
Too much caffeine today, in fact so much that I spazzed out and accidentally erased my post (while executing a combo of slick ass pre-breakdance/Capoeira dance moves ala Eddy in Tekken 3). Today's inner struggle has been to calm that hyper-spastic kid inside of me that is flailing wildy at this 28 (soon to be 29) year old cage that has grown around it. He's moshing and talking mad shit to all the other incarnations of me- inside, telling the 25 year old me to fuck off- stealing candy from the 3 year old me...meanwhile the responible adult is trying to contain him in psychic romper room. I can remember being so excited/happy when I was a kid that I could hardly contain myself (no, I didn't piss my pants ya bastard, but I did sleepwalk once and unknowingly piss on the tv.)
:: Ol Man Factory 1/28/2002 06:27:00 PM [+] ::
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