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one more week of sitting in a circle of papers, colouring my toenails in with yellow and orange highlighter (1992-chic), occasionally playing my acoustic (for some reason i feel more guilty procrastinating with my electric?) enjoying it's warm echoiness and the aroma of rusted nickel. my aim in life is to be come so successful, that i no longer have to plan anything and can exist in a vacuum of spontenaity and disorganisation, without worry or obsession with omnipotent control over events.
later xo
later xo