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Thursday, February 10, 2005

the last thing i do each night is walk around the whole city and see if i run into anything great.
dreams still utterly weird from the couches.

i'm in this mood where i kinda want to sleep around. i'm in this mood where i kinda want to seriously roll around in a tangled-up mess of clothes and no clothes and such. its summer. where are my very good friends.

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