More and more, as I read zebra's posts [ 1 2 3 ] & [references: "you are only code." "those who post about suicide aren't serious"] I'm convinced that he's just a voice in my head, and the things he writes are hallucinations of "what I don't want to hear".

What fascinates me about Marilyn Manson is that I still see Brian Warner underneath all that. And I can respect the balance there.

It cooled overnight, giving things that "back to school" feel. This time of year conjures up the feeling of first grade soccer practice and the Fall Festival and the songs off From the Choirgirl Hotel. Now, mostly the feeling that we're descending somewhere again and there's nothing we can do to stop it. It's only August, but it was never really "summer" to begin with, so things are rushing at me more quickly.

It seems the trees stay green for shorter and shorter periods each year.

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