Friday, September 01, 2006
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- she doesn't want to love me, she can almost say it...
- sped through this one like a banshee. all-white sc...
- exile for some and embrace for others. i choose. t...
- evenings spent listening to dylan's radio cadences...
- i didn't get the job because i was expected to dre...
- the wheel rotates slowly down a hill and never up....
- further blackouts . . . transcendent discussion . ...
- the night passed ridiculously in a back and forth ...
- spent food money on weed. a result of selfharm. ha...
- with this rather bleak outlook . . . these changin...


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