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[squishy_fly_boy]

updating thine journal... mr. palpagos. whoa, this is where i am. everyone look at the bird... larry bird. white nights in the dark mutt's mouth. woof, wook, shut the fuck up. working here is like being in a tishue box with all its greys and whites and time and so not much more of it left. the ceiling is like a million upside down cubicles.

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[trixy_mcgee]

it's tissue, not tishue. but you know, I mean...this is only going to be your fourth year of college and all...

and you could go to a coffee house and wear a black turtleneck and have a guy playing bongos behind this. you could say it all deep and stuff. some fast, some slow. yep...with a little work, you could turn this into free poetry