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Aug 14, 2006 23:59

In wishing, and sometimes in dreams, I imagine my powers are great. I wake from my imagination and sink back into the corrosive, disorganized anti-private life that I lead. I can't stand the noise much more. Loneliness drifts in and out of scheduling conflicts, issues with money and the desire to create ( Read more... )

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beachbum850 August 28 2006, 01:00:17 UTC
This is beautifully constructed onto this screen. I love your guts, Chris. My only wish is that I could be around more and will again one day find myself sitting in a smoking section of Steak and Shake with you, talking about somethings and nothings and you making fun of me.

Well, I suppose that makes two wishes.

-Dana

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