Aug. 30, 2004
what good is hiding

Most of this is embarassing, if not all. I can't seem to completely disengage myself so why is it always crumpled up and stuffed away. Tonight was horrible. All the files were deleted and there was pizza sauce on the floor. When it starts it doesn't stop. The sickness. Dostoevsky was on to something. I want to go to sleep very badly. So I'm going to try. In the mean time, this will be here. Maybe I'll return to it. I don't want to really. I want to let things go.

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