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Mar 25, 2004 22:30

I'm so worried about being offensive, yet I have been so offended. I have been rudely swept, and I can't help but tumble.

Oh, see that brown/yellow weed, rolling on the planes. Why does he keep at it? He knows that one day he will make a trek across the background of a feature film. And after that, he reflects upon how good it was, and hopes for another. And so I tumble, with arms sprawled, in a constant pose. I have been in the light and I have been in the focus, but now I search for another.

I think I'm going to go to Boston next weekend. I have been consoled by new, and now I need consolation from the old. I have determined yet again that I love my mother, and have determined that my dad cares for me far more than I will ever realize. And that Clint will always be my shadow. I'm quite impressed with my family. And the consolation from the new was very sweet. So yes.
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