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it's summer in the city. i miss the beach. the beach here has giant waves, which i feel childishly afraid of... & last night dru showed us pictures of two shark heads that she found washed up on the shore of the very same beach. on the train yesterday, this little girl was sliding up & down the pole... i found myself wondering if dirty old men thought dirty old stripper pole thoughts, & was relieved when her father finally angrily pulled her down & forced her to sit down. but what happened to those carefree days when those thoughts never crossed your mind? i think that's why i love mushroom days. i feel purely like i feel a child would feel, & everything seems like something to look at. i wish the mail would come. i'm a lot happier most of the time these days, but i'm still always tired.