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[arrear]

i fell asleep with the lights on, fully clothed and woke up to the glow of a sixty watt bulb. i'm stuck in yesterday's clothes...thin t-shirt pressed against skin and a wrinkled skirt. this room smells of things musky & warm...soft, diffused sunlight trickles in the window. sorrow is too stupid (or simply ridiculous in the way that im always

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[25west14street]

*raises fists and glares at someone*

[anonymous]

have you heard of derick brown? he writes kind of like this. and i love it. you should write a book.

nevin.

[corium]

thanks for adding me back. your journal is fantastic.