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i took some pills, i drank a lot, there was love, there was little sleep. there were people fitting into and onto a bed all together. there was a loss of phones of mine. i took a brillo pad to my stomach by accident. friends came over and played guitar late into the night and sang our lungs out with jack daniels. we attempted a small trip for mushrooms which failed slightly. on new years i went to mark goldstein's party, atrix's dad's party, the guild party, and tried again to sleep in the bed of my lost possessions. true to form i lost sleep and more possessions (or so i thought). some friends of mine are fragile. some are extremely strong. i saw grant once, and told him he was loved, because he is though not by me much - i don't really know him. aaron is too, but he doesn't believe it. he slept on my jacket with my glasses in it and bent them. he had built a fort. days arched over my head higher than normal and my eyes were glued to the pavement as i walked. the keystone of the sky shown noonday bright at my lunchtime, three pm. the stars and clouds shrouded each other most nights and water pointed at my face from the air. once i smoked all of a cigarette when it was blue, purple and black between us. puddles reflected the darkness and one could mold it like clay, like ya do.