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Previous - this entry written on 2001-07-02 at 8:21 p.m. - Next Multiple emails, a rush of colorful images and disturbing words, and I feel immature. Confused. Almost guilty... and then it occurs to me that I KNOW this gig, I've used it before. Cynicism raises its ugly head again. And I AM one of the world's original cynics. So... this is me. Piles of email. Half-formed promises. And a desperate need for red meat. Feed me, Seymore... or do I mean Sevrin?
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