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[otter_pops]

i am 26,400 words into a book about mental illness, marie antoinette, missing people. i sneak-write at my desk, on the train, next to matthew with a 1950s attorney portion of maker's mark threathening to spill onto everything. on columbus day weekend we went to the pumpkin patch, though we haven't gutted them yet. they sit on the porch of my red

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[lovebettie]

"a 1950s attorney portion of maker's mark"

you have a great way of describing things. excuse my vagueries.

[redheap]

What are you saying about my bourbon pouring? And my profession?

I feel like I should draw a DIAGRAM of how we lay on the carpet. The way our heads fit perfectly against our shoulders and necks. The way you curved you arm over your head to hold my chin. It was wonderful.

[deadlanguage]

I enjoy text messages!: 6193001156

& I'm really glad to hear that things are so wonderful for you right now.

[catseyecordelia]

mail me your life, or at least 26000 words.

[alligator_shoes]

i felt so CONTENT reading this, you rule at life/writing/loving/storytelling. i meant to tell you the other day, i was driving down clarkston road with my mom, my street is harry paul dr. and clarkston is the main one and its super foresty, and all the trees are rioting screamiing yellow and melting oranges brazen reds, there was a bend in the road and the sun blasted and flowed through all the leaves illuminating their fucking hearts and both my mom and I lifted up both our hands in the beauty and wonder, we opened our mouths and silently praisiiisedd. immediately after I thought of you because I wished you could see it<3<3<3
xoxo