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anatomy of a room - 2003-06-20 - 1:46 a.m. mmm, early morning. i'm puttin' the finishings on a paper for english. want a bite? it's a bit goofy, but hey, who cares. l'anatomie d'une salle anatomy of a room christmas lights are stung about in no particular fashion. a cheap form of entertainment for some, they’re my only source of light in this dark space. they glow with a fierceness like that of a deity, but still only reveal half of what is to be seen with their light. what’s concealed in those shadows might be what’s caused a horrible stench to linger for so long. the aroma of a thousand meals, bug spray, and moldy clothes permeates the entire area. you can physically feel the odors. yet, this is never a problem. i know this place. i know it like a grizzled old fisherman knows the tide. it’s my home away from home; my clandestine kingdom, where i rule uncontested and even the filthy vermin know my name. this is the last sacred place where my somnolent soul can come to rest and where my body is born anew, revitalized, every day. “so what is it? what can this be?” “what is what?” “this wonderful thing you’ve been blabbering on for ages about.” “oh yes, that. what about it?” “what is it!?” “oh, oh, you mean my room?” “is that what you’re talking about?” “i don’t know, i’ve forgotten. now shut up and let me finish.” and there so, says i, it ends, so far. i still say the best fun is found in the early morning hours. i'm having fun with this, so there. (um, if this is incoherent, i'm sorry. the early morning fun also has it's drawbacks.)

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