My city's still breathing (but barely it's true) through buildings gone missing like teeth. The sidewalks are watching me think about you, all sparkled with broken glass. I'm back with scars to show. Back with the streets I know. They never take me anywhere but here. Those stains in the carpet, this drink in my hand, these strangers whose faces I
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I want anyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. If you want to put this in your journal, and have me ask you questions back, I will do it.
i am coming home tomorrow for a few days. i would like to hang out with as many people as i possibly can, so let me know if you would like to hang out with me. i also would like to go record shopping and maybe to richmond, so if you are interested in doing either of those let me know. i hope to see you all soon.