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[inthisportrait]

the cd in front of me shines back into my face asking me "What are you thinking about Mike?" I respond to this odd phenonmenon by simply saying: "Stuff". Apparantley that isn't enough for the world because now there is a little cricket tugging at my pant leg begging for food. "I don't have any food my little friend. I can assure you though that if

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[ocean_breathes]

If I could write like that all the time, my whole journal would be very mysterious. I <3 it.