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Oct 17, 2005 18:41

and the shots of jack daniels and the last lines of blow i did last night in the empty living room of my basement apartment didn’t make me feel any more ‘alive’ or connected or comforted or consoled and i’m not naive enough to have believed they would, but i was desperate enough to hope they may ( Read more... )

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jesus_rock_slut October 17 2005, 23:19:07 UTC
I really like this piece, it's sad...like old placebo

you, me and misie_en_abyme should start a band; all three of us are usually writing/feeling the same things at the same time...angst, fame, heroin addictions, it'll be swell

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prettyscary October 18 2005, 01:39:44 UTC
....i know.

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orangelamp October 18 2005, 02:37:03 UTC
you're moving?

I've got some stories from my recent trip to montreal, I went skiing after a year of being well behaved.

we still gotta hang out!

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walklikeromance October 18 2005, 04:23:48 UTC
come to america

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dazed_dyke October 22 2005, 01:01:47 UTC
I love the way you write, and i know exactly what your feeling. can i add you?

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