you think sapphire's your color

[buildingoodbye]

so there's this recording on tory's computer within the sacred kimandtory archive and it's called 'love is an elevator/ god bless the child...' and. AND. you know and i know that i cannot really laugh out loud so well... i do that little nose-breathy half laugh thing all watching myself too much to laugh correctly. right. right. that is,

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Write some words down and you will read them.

[instaromnium]

Oh, Kim. She needs palpable mail from her friends, like, badly. And she could love me like a cell phone, but I'm only good for emergencies.

i'd rather comb my hair, i'd rather starve myself

[buildingoodbye]

you're like candy, baby.

good point. i ought to be writing to the lady rather than about her. have you talked to her since she's been gone? she made me read her address back to her, like three times. i think i will write to her. RIGHT NOW.

(when i said that line at the top of your comment... i think that was when i had down syndrome)

Little baby little baby little one, you are the most fun.

[instaromnium]

I talk to her sometimes, mostly at night when we're both feeling sorry for ourselves. I'm supposed to send her a care package with music and cigarettes. Will I see you tonight?

(It's my favorite and so are you)

all the talk of my own details

[buildingoodbye]

i'm afraid you won't be seeing me tonight, unless you'd like to come to visalia and hang out with jan, francis, buttons, and lil... all of whom i get the pleasure of caring for until the dads return...

but TOMORROW... what are you doing tomorrow evening? check your friendster box. i'm sending a message. right. now.