sometimes i figure that all i really have anymore is the inside of my head, something predictable and controllable. But even it is a maze that i sometimes want to escape. On mushrooms, we looked around us at the room we were in and wondered if maybe we were on the inside of someone's head. That the room we were in was some guy's skull?
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sigh. you are so good to me, and you are so easy to love. do i ever tell you that? some people are SO HARD to love. but you, you on the other hand, make it so easy and effortless. thanks for loving me so relentlessly, by the way. call me later if you're free?
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