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Apr 13, 2006 15:42

she's sleeping in the kitchen. vines that don't climb the stairs. they just sit and stare. lacking ambition. chewing ceramic tiles. burning curtains. drifting into dreams in the afternoon. swallowing ginger ale to dissolve half eaten food. feet hardly rooted, lounging on window sills, crisping in the sun. burning holes and tunnels only big enough ( Read more... )

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painting is killing me softly with its sound.. freelotus April 13 2006, 21:57:56 UTC
you look like your dieing.....silly.
Ill feed you, but it will be leftover veggies that i found in the garbage outside my house, i tasted them, they seem alright to eat.
Traveling home soon together, i always injoy the times spent..i wish i was a student...
Yay for easter, for CHOCOLATE..
I miss you

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