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The Supreme Court declared the execution of juveniles unconstitutional today, and this made me happy happy happy, though I feel a little overwhelmed right now by other frustrations, shows and women and my own masochistic tendencies, petals ripe for plucking if only Spring would give her consent. Christina told me today that the path to Spring was like puberty for the world; so awkward and confused and never quite doing what you expect or want, so many change change changes but never quite blossoming. I remain stubbornly excited about dates in May and other random delights, fires and parks and secrets. I listen to loud music and ignore problems (it's effortless now, this deceit I perpetuate for the mes and yous and hims and hers of the world, it's a game at which I might win except that winning doesn't really seem important anymore).