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Jesus. Today a girl I've only ever talked to twice got on the bus while I was heading out to my mother's. She's a closet smoker and bummed me a clove, which I haven't had in forever. We talked about a couple people we knew, my job, her job, her boyfriends birthday and to anyone else on the bus I'm sure we seemed like we could have been good ( Read more... )

I remember this girl who used to laugh with the sun in her hair and didn't obsess over her complexion ( Read more... )

Oh my god, where did I go?

I'm eating white-toast with butter and honey. I have two packs of cigarettes. I'm going to build stuff today.

This week was total shit, but I've been feeling pretty awesome regardless.

Would it be too maudlin to say...I wish I were missed ( Read more... )

Prologue ( Read more... )

STUPID-LONG SURVEY ( Read more... )

I fucking love you.

Thanks for everything. And I'll see you in the morning.

God, the music. The music plays and I'm somewhere with you that's sort of like the bedroom, but much more like heaven. Or what heaven should be. But in a matter of seconds the song ends and I'm here, at home again. The infections of my unclean concious spreading, gangrenous, through the wound; sliced up at the ankle, trapped in my own snare. ( Read more... )

How many pairs of your own eyes does it take to make you unreal? Between those mirrors I perched, my own mockingbird. If I stopped breathing beneath the flourescent lights I could play perfect dead, eyelids low and lazy, shiney and plaster as a mannequinne I don't know how many n's. All the copies of copies of copies of me got further behind the ( Read more... )