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[iamcharlie]

 
Fiction is Subjective

And we were there in that cave, the lights red and the sheets dirty with sweat and promises.  The city growled below, the busses and bicycles, the homeless and the druggies all piled on top of each other in a terrifying collapse of modernity.  I was frightened by the rawness of a tiny city. They way the ocean made me come

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[anonymous]

how delightful was england?
--ray

[iamcharlie]

england is still very delightful. how is santa rosa?

[anonymous]

good, good, m'dear
soon, though, i move to petaluma
with the girlfriend

very excited
she's a keeper

who knew it would take 28 years
to finally run into her
and i'm glad of every step of my life that lead me to her
and through pain and through stupidity
and drunkeness and selfishness
jelous girls and asshole coworkers
and every little thing

"perception can alter even the most dreadful mistakes."
is a great line, yes, yes
and i love london
new years 2000
wild throngs, subway shootings
worst nite of my life
but
so glad you got to live there
so glad
you got to get away

i find it easier to breathe, abroad

--ray

[iamcharlie]

hey good for you! I'm happy to hear that you are happy. and also I cant believe that you are 28. I'm going to be 21 soon. i guess we're getting old.