Day III

The craving is not there this much I have ascertained. All that remains is a total lack of everything, a stupendous non-chalant attitude that surprises even me. Yet again like the summer of 2003 events seem to be coninciding a little too much to be random, its creepy yet nice in a way, it makes me feel special. Rituals are still devoid of any spiritual inclinations and are still run of the mill physical exercies and hygenie providers.

celestial reckoning/passing time/no ambition/sultry lives/something about a little evil