There isn't much to say.

Feb 07, 2007 13:39

It's lonely here. There isn't much to do during New Jersey winters. I am cracking, all my skin is dry, falling off. I'm coming apart. The world is coming apart. I feel a little bit like hiding, a little bit like running away. This month gets under my skin, makes me itch.

my ancestral homeland, february

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hippocampus78 February 18 2007, 19:12:50 UTC
You're Lara's friend, and I've recently begun looking over your blog. I think you're interesting.

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