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thursday, september 24, 1998, 01:54 at wits end, i stumbled home tonight from the theatre, too tired to think, to everything else to even begin trying to understand the world. and i looked up at the sky and there, staring right back down at me, was orion, real close like to the horizon, and all i could remember, as i wandered down the middle of the street towards home, was a project i did my [] year of high school when i drew a picture relating to some poem i had read about orion throwing his leg over the horizon, and how i worked on that project and how i haven't drawn a cool picture with colored pencils for a class since then. where are my colored pencils. oh, right, here they are.
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