You can't fly away...

[evitagenspace]

The man at the counter who bumped into me was chattering to his friend about the new book by some author I've never heard of and will never read. He ordered a coffee with a name long enough to wrap around my sizable waist, and stroked his half-formed scraggly beard, continuing to talk about 'the new literature of the acceptance generation' without

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[paper_crystals]

I kept calling and you kept on not being there. And then I became extremely busy. How are you? Seems a little silly to ask after this post but "How are you?" I miss you. I want to talk to you about The Loved Ones etc.

[tagaseguchi]

I was wondering what had become of you.. How's your mom?

Also, you are still yet to offend me. :P