a monday
I wrote myself a letter of sorts today. I wonder if I'll send it... maybe it'll get caught in the mail somewhere in Utah.
yet another night of blue kitten dreams. two fingers are stained blue with corespondance of distance and the wind still can't move my hair. I think it's time for pie.
yet another night of blue kitten dreams. two fingers are stained blue with corespondance of distance and the wind still can't move my hair. I think it's time for pie.
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love and miss you muchly! <3 <3 <3
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this is ur baby. i smothered mommy with a pillow. she's not dead, just temporarily unconscious. i am holding her hostage until you come visit. it better be soon, or next time it will be the death claw!
p.s. bring ham
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