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Tuesday, February 05, 2008 |
| like wrestling a crocodile underwater for days. He was huge. Gripped me tight and spiralled me down to the bottom of the murky lake. My skin was flayed by the tail raked by the claws. He banged my head repeatedly on a rock, breathed fish breath into my gasping mouth. In the end I just gave up, submitted to the whole process, no point in resisting. He got bored - slowly loosened his grip - my now rather thinner self slipped out of his grasp and floated to the surface. I'm just hanging there now waiting for the energy to drag myself out of the slime. I can see the sky, at least. It's a beautiful sight. |
| 4:05 AM
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