Note

Parts of this blog have been fictionalized. 9. As it was created through the halls of the mind in the grasp of psychosis.

Monday, October 10, 2011

I never met sorrow in the face, or what Ithaca was like in the winter, or rejection at the hands of the administration. I never saw the nose of the plane or ate the stale peanuts even though in the whole package, there were probably only three or four nuts. 9.

I never walked off of the plane and realized I was all alone.

I didn't take my thin, sliver of a chance and fly9.

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