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February 24, 2011
Fidgety. Jittery. Strung out, wound up. I am buzzing. I am lightning with no tree to strike. A bomb (tick tick tick) with the wire cut just before explosion.

Filled up. Filled up and spilling over the edges. Soaking the bathroom. Soaking the house. Soaking the world with this frantic humming energy.

Can you feel it? This shiver at the earth's core? The tremor in your bones? That hiss whispering in the back of your mind? Me. Can you feel me as the mountains do?

Quake and quiver. Shudder. Shudder. Shudder.

Breath, it will all be over soon.