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Jan 01, 2004 18:14

I was prolly laying upside down in a tree. With broken branches, in the fall. I was writing letters on paper with broken lines. There were only imaginary recipients. I recieved letters because I am a ghost. I was writing back. Time cannot deminish the potency of ink, which tastes like a drag off a cigarette your lover was smoking. You were raining ( Read more... )

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i meant to let you know. neutra January 1 2004, 22:58:57 UTC
dear mattel,
today i found a watch battery.

love,
a frequent flyer.

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youcockjob January 4 2004, 00:19:32 UTC
You should add me.

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