Thoughts From the Bottom of the Mug
Life starts when the pot is full
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
I awoke Sunday morning in restraints.
My eyes were open, but everything was dark, hazy, indistinguishable.
My body was cramped.
My head hurt.
And the sound of an on-coming train kept getting louder and louder.
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