Caffeinated

By virtue of the fact that the only place I can get workable internet access in this God-forsaken, insect-ridden swamp is in the cafe, most of my writing is taking on a wired bent. I am shaking like a junkie, and cannot string two coherent thoughts together. So much so that I can no longer even remember what I sat down here to vomit into cyberspace. That being the case, there is not much point in continuing…

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~ by Gethin A. Lynes on August 28th, 2006.

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