i know that it is freezing but i think we have to walk.
i keep waving at the taxis, they keep turning their lights off.
but julie knows a party at some actor's westside loft.
supplies are endless in the evening-by the morning they'll be gone.
and everything is lonely-i can be my own bestfriend.
i get a coffee and the paper-no phone conversations.
if the
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