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Oct 02, 2006 21:41

my fingers are black from streaking my hair. i went to a town meeting and was bathed in boredom. my mother is ill... music is so... everything i want. i bought a cord for my electric guitar. the job is weird. the home is peaceful. the everything is whimsical. i lllooooovvveeee you whoever you are.
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