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August 08, 2004

Dominic (with Fishbowl).

A mood so black that not even words can escape its terrible gravitational effect. Or perhaps, it is that the natural colour of words is that same black, so that in the darkness you may be wading waist-deep through the things but cannot see them. Apart from the odd flash of silver from the belly of a particularly shiny sentence as it traverses the depths.

Posted by Hirez at August 8, 2004 10:16 PM

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