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Jul 25, 2005 00:15

talking to the tiles of the bathroom floor: convinced, convicted, guilty. pleading my case to the plumbing like the pipes would defend me. the light bulbs whisper flourescently: love me, let me leave the ground. and i tell them if i remember in the morning then i'll try to write it down but right now, right. no, i'm looking for redemption between ( Read more... )

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thisvelocity July 25 2005, 09:46:56 UTC
i hope you are aware of how incredibly talented you are. in awe, as usual.

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bopbopxo July 25 2005, 12:02:26 UTC
oh god, thank you, thank you.

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ksea July 25 2005, 19:57:30 UTC
I fall into your words and find myself swimming there, wrapped up in them with a strange peace, almost uncomfortable but necessary - like the scratchy wool blanket that keeps you from freezing.

thank you.

Your writing is incredible.

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bopbopxo July 25 2005, 21:34:01 UTC
oh, casey. thank YOU.

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freekemporium July 26 2005, 05:03:04 UTC
come sit on my porch with me,theres lots to discuss

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bopbopxo July 26 2005, 10:32:19 UTC
okay

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bopbopxo July 27 2005, 02:20:19 UTC
better: come sit in harvard square.

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