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Listening to Billy Bragg with Matt, carving pumpkins. Tonight I am remembering the smell of pumpkin guts and standing still next to Sandra at the Elliott Smith show at the beginning of sophomore year, breaking in the pair of converse with "I <3 Katie" on them and Bright Eyes lyrics and Neutral Milk Hotel lyrics and Reid scribbles and Lunney's nail polish, the perfect high school converse, which I might destroy for this sculpture I'm working on. Ilani, hey.
I feel like I'm going to cry. Lame.
Best Regards,
Between Marx and Marzipan
I feel like I'm going to cry. Lame.
Best Regards,
Between Marx and Marzipan