Thursday 12/22/2005 11:13:00 PM

In the midst of a war with my registrar to transfer a domain it occured to me how powerless I am. As angry as I can sound it's still only words. Splintered moments digging paths into empty skins.

They enter on one end and quickly exit out the other. Almost as if they never were there to begin with.

In the midst of this western blasphemey we call christmas, it occured to me that I'm still waiting on a package.

Time hovers its nooses around these necks and the more we struggle the tighter the knot grips.

What it is I could give to them that I haven't already is unclear.

We'll find out I suppose when and if that package is ever delivered.

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