Will (hellblazer) wrote,

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-- I brought my umbrella with me to work today, the victim of a somewhat erroneous forecast. It looks better outside now than it did this morning when I left the house.

-- I've had the weirdest feeling all week; a feeling that I can barely begin to articulate. It feels like I need -- need -- to get away from my life and get out of my skin. Because I'm trapped and even tho' the bars are far enough away that I can't see them they're still there, and if I don't get out of this cage, I'm going to die. Just as sure as I'm sitting here writing these words, I'll die. But not if I get out in time.

Except I don't think there's anywhere to go, so I might very well be fucked. Which one would think would lead to feelings of fatalism and defeat. Except no, because I think I'll try to get out anyway. Don't worry if you don't understand what I'm talking about. Quite honestly, neither do I.

-- There is nothing on God's great and verdant earth greater than this. If you say there is, you lie.
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