stunted. this place doesn't need stunts; its my headspace, go away.
coffee and cigarettes and i thank god for girlfriends who will listen to my ridiculous blubbery rants and toss coins to amuse the fatalist in me. fateful. fātālis. fātum. doom. 1 hour to the next paper and i am frantically peeling myself off the table with a crowbar. hello road kill. hello the last minute after the thirteeth hour.
writing shows or creates (for we can never be sure we can tell one from the other) what our desire was one moment ago
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coffee and cigarettes and i thank god for girlfriends who will listen to my ridiculous blubbery rants and toss coins to amuse the fatalist in me. fateful. fātālis. fātum. doom. 1 hour to the next paper and i am frantically peeling myself off the table with a crowbar. hello road kill. hello the last minute after the thirteeth hour.
writing shows or creates (for we can never be sure we can tell one from the other) what our desire was one moment ago
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