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Meryl, are you out there? Calling all gringos.
Katie and I are paranoid afraid you may have secretly died.
I watched the movie Dead Man three times. Now it is time for it to go back to the place where it came from, where all movies come from, and where all movies return to ( Netflix). What a great, beautiful
I've got a goddamn
I fell asleep with my pockets full last night, I woke up with my pockets full and emptied them. I said to someone, I feel great, I feel healthy today. I wore my mom's old skirt and ripped it, walking next to a fence. I ate potato curry and onion nan on the patch of grass in front the abandoned dentists office, where last year I perched and watched the Boston Marathon run by with my parents. Oh yeah that was the day after a dock nite.
I walked for four hours. I bought a small yellow book of back country poems, dedicated to anybody who has lived in the back country. I came back to Starbucks and chewed on my sweatshirt while saying hello loudly to my friend. Valiantly he lept out into Comm Ave to save a stranger's cellular phone. The man was very grateful and gave him a peice of banana bread, which was then given to me.
I dyed my old backpack but forgot it would get lighter when it dried. I only left it in the rit sink for 5 minutes. Lesson learned, what a queer glowly mauve-tan it is instead of cocoa brown. I sewed pieces of mangled velour bellbottoms over the hole on the bottom, over some of the ink blot stains. It looks great!
Katie and I are paranoid afraid you may have secretly died.
I watched the movie Dead Man three times. Now it is time for it to go back to the place where it came from, where all movies come from, and where all movies return to ( Netflix). What a great, beautiful
I've got a goddamn
I fell asleep with my pockets full last night, I woke up with my pockets full and emptied them. I said to someone, I feel great, I feel healthy today. I wore my mom's old skirt and ripped it, walking next to a fence. I ate potato curry and onion nan on the patch of grass in front the abandoned dentists office, where last year I perched and watched the Boston Marathon run by with my parents. Oh yeah that was the day after a dock nite.
I walked for four hours. I bought a small yellow book of back country poems, dedicated to anybody who has lived in the back country. I came back to Starbucks and chewed on my sweatshirt while saying hello loudly to my friend. Valiantly he lept out into Comm Ave to save a stranger's cellular phone. The man was very grateful and gave him a peice of banana bread, which was then given to me.
I dyed my old backpack but forgot it would get lighter when it dried. I only left it in the rit sink for 5 minutes. Lesson learned, what a queer glowly mauve-tan it is instead of cocoa brown. I sewed pieces of mangled velour bellbottoms over the hole on the bottom, over some of the ink blot stains. It looks great!