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Aug 29, 1989 02:00

Rhythm to the beaten wings of brilliance.
Mia's stain on my pants, from the time she told me about kissing michael, who has sharp lips and an eyepatch. When I saw pictures of him I just assumed that it was to look cool. But apparently when he was 14 his friend pointed an air rifle at him. It wasn't loaded, not with bullets or pellets atleast. His friend had crammed a gold finch feather into the barrel. The finch feather shot out and managed to pucture Michaels pupil. Around the first mounth of my sixth grade year I found a gold finch feather on the way home from school. I accidentally left inside the helicopter ride I was making out with someone in at Chucki Cheese. What if Michaels friend had gone to the very same chucki cheeses that day for his younger sisters birthday party. I do think Michael would have been about 14 around that time. Mia laughs about it all with me. She doesn't believe in coincidence. she likes to think everything that takes place is in some way a sign that she is not meant to be with Michael. I don't agree with her, but I do think he's atit bit too old for her. At first I assumed he just was capitalizing on the possibility of dating a girl a few years younger then you who has the name of a porn star. I'd party like six over at 30's place, maybe bill. but it wouldn't help me sleep. hell, that's the only way i would. an empty cage waits there for me and you.
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