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[breakmyarms]

ive been meaning to write here for a while.
so yea.
i really hate my dreams lately.
i tend to remember a lot of them.
and their always the type to stress me out.
or just freak me the fuck out.
i understand why i have them, for the most part.
but still. it sucks.

so the other night i had one.
and there was this kid i haven't seen in like 4 years.
his name is chris melore.
used to live on.. 80st. abrahams block.
it was so strange.
he was wearing the same jacket he always wore.
and his mom was there.
im not gonna go into the rest of the dream,
but i have no clue why he popped up in there.
that one ended in a fight between me and darya.
the next night dream involved cops and my chalked id.
and last night's was about cocaine and darya and my family.

asdfghjkl.
i got my 160 gig harddrive but dc++ is being a fucking hooker.
so it balances out.
im so not in the mood to do anything right now.
oh well.. i got class in 10 minutes.

mylovertheriver
makesabettersoldierthanabride
ileftmyheartathtesideofthebed
andshesgotthewarmestbody
thativeneverhad
dragthelake
you'llfinditfulloflove.