Saturday, June 17, 2006


The judges robbed Winky Wright again. He landed more jabs, landed more power punches, with better defense. That fight was not a draw. I know a draw when I see one. I'm beside myself.

I know this post is the first one in a while for my blog: this week was rough for me. The visions are back in a new form: lancers riding in shadows. Their throats are silent, but the hooves of their horses thunder. Maybe I'll feel better in the morning, assuming the lancers let me sleep.

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