Sunday, February 21, 2010

old diary entry, now new blog post. imagine that. don't imagine it too much, though.

Somebody distantly related wrote us tonight.

Our blood reaching out, connected. What is blood anyway and how can we claim it as our own? Our family used to eat at a restaurant called "The Claim Jumper."

Oh! Slipped my mind.

Eye of the needle, threadbare.

Threadbare-- long word for something so diminishing. Wants to hold on a little bit longer?

What are the things I am holding on to?

Want to sleep so I can wake up and eat faster (do we eat at the same time if we sleep or if we don't sleep?).

We all sleep alone.

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