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[chokeonmusic]

I've been away from home since Friday, and I've moved from bed to bed. My sleep is disrupted each night and I find I have sweat down my spine and a pulse in my palms. My bones stretch and creak when I wake. I watch him play those old games, made in 1985, Super Mario Bros. and he mutters like I always assumed boys did, before he turns his head to

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[dontmindme]

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[snegurotchka]

I will send you petals strewn inside of a pink coloured dollhouse, with the word 'home' written on the front door in watercolours. Then you would have two of the things ou requested. I do not know where to find spiders. Though there was a tiny yellow one doing underwater ballet in a glass of water I had left on my desk days ago. Perhaps I should have saved it for you; pressed it in between the pages of a book. Maybe a Bukowski novel. Sent it to you in the post like a dried flower.

[chokeonmusic]

I'm actually terrified of spiders. When I was young I picked up what I thought was a white ball in a hedgerow bush, but it was a spider's egg sack. Millions of tiny spiders burst out in my hand and ran all over me in seconds, until I was covered, not screaming incase they found my mouth. Now I can't stand any spider bigger than pinprick.

But yours was tiny and yellow. Two favourites right there. I do not know any Bukowski, and I wonder if you did ever send it to me, if I would not read the pages for the time spent imagining your hands placing the spider in the chapters.

You make me treasure a day, you make so much for me.

[haima]

on an original nintendo? if so, i envy you. mine is dead and rotton somewhere. i love those things.

pamplemousse is the best word x