The Saturday after choking in bed.unburiableFebruary 22 2003, 23:16:03 UTC
There was a girl sitting beside me, ranting about how a fellow she’d been sleeping with had turned his fists to her one too many times, and as I looked her over I noticed instantly that such was not the case. Her frame was a melancholy one; out of proportion, losing strength, losing the notion to persevere. Her hair hung in limp strands over her face, burned from too much dye, frayed at the ends like a wheat field that someone beat up. And indeed, she did look like she’d been playing the part of a punching bag for much too long a stretch. But those were the rules of this town: one you start, you either throw in the towel or you stay in for another helpless round
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Cut things in half if they move too very quickly.miss_ladybugApril 1 2003, 02:19:38 UTC
Today I ran into Steve Albini at the office and he told me to tell you he's very sorry for fucking up all those mixes on 'In Utero' that you did. He wants to take you out to lunch or something at Estradi's. I told him I'd relay the message.
Oh, and somebody next to me on the subway this morning got knifed to death.
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Oh, and somebody next to me on the subway this morning got knifed to death.
Misty.
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