The PROPHET, by Kahlil Gibran
There are days when I miss my copy of this slim volume. This is one of those days. Been feeling down in the dumps lately, like blah. To describe it, I'd say somewhere near hungry deprived, and almost like you just want bang your head against the wall so you can feel alive, but looking around and trying to find someone else's head instead. It's quite an ambivalent and ambiguous feeling, really.
Just one of those days.
--andoy
19 January 2006
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