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October 28, 2007

It's the time / of the season:

       When I run high.

       When I run fast.

       When I run on.

       When I run manic.

       When I go nuts.

I've gone nuts here or there anyways, of course.  But the fine, beautiful, thin, golden light of autumn heralds 'mania time'.

It's sortof like those old beer commercials only with mania rather than miller -- "It's Mania Time!"

Jesus.

I'm all stocked up, I've garbage to knock me out of even the highest of highs.

But I *like* the high.

I'd like to get tied to the mast so's I could listen.

There's no mast.