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Dec 30, 2009 21:09

i feel dead.

excess, late nights, early mornings, no rest, penniless, love wrecked, room's a fucking mess, bills, bitch, bitch, bitch.

new hampshire tommorow after work.  get away from the squalor and hard living. good, clean family fun.  gain a few lbs. i did, however, restring the geetar.  rebuilding the empire, baby.

amalia denali bradstreet sent a postcard of which each line i could recite.  i smelled it.  she always smelled like clean laundry. always.  it didn't smell like that, but i got to see her funny little handwriting.  gotta get forgettin again

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