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[likethefilter]

I awoke this morning on a couch in Burlingame, in an empty apartment, with a swollen jaw. I have no objective, no ambition, no ideas, no drugs. No content, no patience, no mindset, no meal. I might call my father to hear the end result of Giovanni and Malu. I must call Lizzie, Charley, Jing, Sunny, Daniel, Megan for complicated reasons that are

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[bignothing1021]

It might just be that I've been reading too much Kerouac, but I do believe that you've turned into a beat poet.

[likethefilter]

Snap.

[bignothing1021]

crackle.