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[_ciaoubella]

you are my bread
and the hairline noise
of my bones.
you are almost
the sea.

lets hear it for di prima, kids.
no, really.

i dreamed a painting this morning. i was supposed to be in the shower, instead i dreamed a painting and so my hair is dirty

i need a tripod.
...maybe i should start updating again now that no one really reads this...

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[trappedapathy]

I still read it. And I still love you.

[footlessfish]

where yur boys at
callem up
we're your boys luv
"saddle up"