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Feb 20, 2004 22:49

i dont believe that anybody feels the way i do about you now.

it has stained my hands with the scent of trashy popcorn. so then, what is trashy popcorn? answer: work as an usher.

deeper than the Pacific are the conversations held in the back row of period five pre-calculus. white-washed picket fence future, spoiled SUV pollution, love, God, rebellion, and the meaning of life (and sometimes, math seeps into the equation of words). it's fucking depressing.

but, i'm sure you've heard it all before.
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