Friday, October 07, 2005

The ache in his arm pulsed, and he wondered if the waxing and waning of the pain fit some pattern of his life or how he slept or some innocuous overlooked action, and he wondered if when the pain shot like a slap if the wince on his face was noticeable to those around him, both those who might like the pain to be stronger, perhaps leading to some death throes, and those who might want the pain to slide away like grease off a burger, and those who didn't give a care one way or the other but continued to float in and out of his life as in directions in some script written by a mad playwright trying to jam all of life into one three-act play.

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