January 14, 2001


  • I seethe with thoughts-but are they mine? An encompassing madness seems to fill me with a clash of voices strange to me. I often ponder: could this deluge be the disembodying degraded spewings of recent corpses’ rotting brains? A collective psychic dribble not yet expunged-fleeting, without fixed reference, and of no use to life? As this psychic wave of a world passing washes over me, I wonder can I ride the surf?

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