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Sep 10, 2008 22:47

suit-jacket pockets full of construction rubble and glass shards picked from treeroots on the walk to the station.

running nose, knew this was coming as soon as the weather changed.

first house meeting, eager to get involved but trying not to overextend, guitar and voices and drum re-stringing and hugged the stove. food poisoning or heartburn, can't tell.

not. not. not waiting on the phone.

not. thinking about money until tomorow, can't do any good tonight.

throwing a party, erotic poetry reading and dancing. food too.

getting evicted, not really. signing sheets.

five years in english (never heard outside of portuguese).

want the twenty fifth. please, please, please; i'll do great things.
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