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[somedharmabum]

I feel as if I'd gone to the beach with a scalpel, cut open my skull in one diametric incision, and clumped handful after handful of sand into all the unfilled spaces.

I also feel I may have forgotten to stitch myself back up.

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[nose_ring_girl]

You know when you wake up like you fell asleep in a dune? Fiddler crabs are practicing solos on your ear drums? Want to shake it off with some coffee? Challah-bread at me.

[slapstick]

Oh Bonelli, would you believe me if I said I tore my room apart trying to find the notebook I scribbled your number on? I might not, with my history of flakiness (flakitude?) I miss our conversations about the meaning of life as well as reflections on the Playstation 2, which is still the only PS I own. And then last night I had a dream about you, but also about mermaids and free coca-cola, but I can say with certainty that you were there. And if you check this, you could call me, or if you are too cool for that, text me your number and I will call first, because I am not too proud!

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