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paper dolls cure all your maladies of discontent. and there's so much of it! and yet none of it at the same time. i use these things to distract myself from reality. let's all get up and dance to a song that was a hit before your mother was born. the beatles knew what i'm talking about. i listen to music of different decades and paste my face on clara bow's body and call people by the names of authors long since dead. f. scott. edgar allen. henry david. not possessing a middle name of my own is bound to be my downfall.
kids! on this night, the night of may 2nd/morning of may 3rd, i will be at the denny's on hoover and jefferson, enjoying a bottomless cup of 59 cent coffee and studying for a final for which i have done absolutely nothing. join me! bring your work and we'll make a party out of it. come in and i'll be there. so do it.