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[hetherington]

grey days make me a different person. waking up in a hundred year old bed in a hundred year old house, i am a ghost of the future maybe. the needle in my record player skips and i wander around town in holey tennis shoes and smoke too many joints prawley. today i was in the grocery store and i thought i saw a produce label saying "coed pineapple" and my heart literally hurt because i wish poetry could be everywhere. but yeah yeah it is already. having no money opens you up to a lot of possibilities i learned. i see my roommate's boobs a lot. (unrelated.) ahhh it's 2:02, schooltime, smokin a j and schemin on some food on the way there time. mostly i think i dropped out of society maybe. i reckon. uffdah!

sincerely
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