while sitting in the waiting room this very early morning i subtly stare at this womans ankles, that she so coyly put on the coffee table, wondering who in the hell she has fucked, where she has lived, if she was a flower child of some sort. she's got this tiny frame with red and purple blotched skin that is just beginning to sag. her eyes seem
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Seriously though, I just read the whole entire blog. I don't recognize the quotes or the songs, and I only the basics about existentialism, but I was fascinated by the whole thing. You definitely have a new reader. Just wanted you to know that. ;)
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