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[peduncle]

i'm in no condition, i don't think. it's hot and sweaty and confusing in a chaotic way that brings discomfort to my head behind the pillows or the ironic comforter with embroidery which scratches my arms. i was thinking about bringing my laptop to los angeles, but it'd probably get stolen. i'm sick of how i talk. i need a new vocabulary.

today i

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[honey_toast]

i liked a moveable feast. it was good.
but i'm probably going to piss Hemingway fans off when i confess this:
"the dangerous summer" is freaking boring.
love, me

[peduncle]

it makes me want to live in paris and be poor and wear sweaters for underwear. miserable is the plague of wealth--or at least middle classiness.