It's been a long time. I probably won't post regularly for a while. It seems I go in spurts. But in anwer to a recent voice mail I got, yes, I am alive. Just all wrapped up in life
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You were in my dream last night. You worked the desk at a hostel I once stayed at in Chicago. You looked quite different than the last time I saw you. That didn't surprise me. My father had this baseball glove that needed to have the ball in it, or else everyone went crazy and tried to kill us. I got afraid and ran away to the hostel. We were working on solving the problem. Then I woke up.
you should be nicer. we that can't care about ourselves might still care about you, and worry about the many-month-long lack of posts that are the only remaining form of communication...
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