02.24.2008
“Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.” – Samuel Beckett
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02.23.2008
The Regret by Jace D. Albao (b. 1969) Dead at last, I get up. I see, without eyes. I feel, without touch. I breathe finality’s scent, without smell. I taste the permanence, without tongue. A state of mind, without brain. And I notice. As I always have. Nothing has changed. These things. These colors, these [...]
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