i want to write something
or sit next to someone as they write something
and soak in the writing vibes.
the bebe was crying cause her parents are in nyc for the weekend and she's little and lonely. i took her from my mom and hugged her and she stopped.
ahh the illulsion of being special. it'll do it for you everytime.
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the idea that murderers and babies and italian wine-makers and grape -squishers and nuns and kids and prostitutes and homeless people and ancient swiss grandfathers
well what about those people who are all of them at the same time? some people are murderers, babies, italian wine-makers/squishers, nuns, kids, prostitutes, homeless and ancient swiss grandfathers all at the same time.
now i bet you didn't think about that, love.
xo,s
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those "murderers, babies, italian wine-makers/squishers, nuns, kids, prostitutes, homeless and ancient swiss grandfathers " are a wonderful breed of people.
i hope they don't die out.
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at any rate, that makes me wish i wasn't missing out on being a murderer or italian or a prostiture or homeless or swiss but then again, if we weren't who we are then we would be missing out on being ourselves.
and that would be sad.
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how did they come out?
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