Monday, March 21, 2011

Fever

The uneasiness clings to me like the odor of skunk on a dog. Something in the air creeps around the periphery of my consciousness. I sense ... what? Not evil, though I believe a connection exists. Not guilt, though that hangs out too. A conscience that whispers constantly. A sense of failure, of falling short, not measuring up to others or even myself.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4hXyALR9vI

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