are out there.
04 may 2003 / 3:16 a.m.
i can hear raindrops. the sound cracks through the window, off the wet deck. i think of the rifle i had as a kid in arizona - the carbine. the rimfire .22 shells would pop sharp but soft, and put holes in old cans and roadsigns. once it put a hole in a rabbit. that was enough blood for me.
i don't know why i am up. i refresh the same pages, and avoid the climb up dark stairs. it has been hard to sleep alone lately.
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