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Jan 03, 2006 13:44

This is a story about waking up.

There are real moments now, sitting in the yellow kitchen with the red table, with the wind outside and the four cups of tea in me and the stereo all doing their things. Where I can feel the pulsing of blood in my fingertips.

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deliciousxangst January 3 2006, 19:17:48 UTC
<3

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raleigh_please January 5 2006, 23:46:34 UTC
oh and by the way the only way to deal with regret is to prevent it.

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v1agra January 6 2006, 18:52:06 UTC
or you can stab that shit right in the fucking face!

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malloreigh January 13 2006, 08:11:57 UTC
WHEN ARE YOU COMING THE FUCK HOME YOU MARITIME ASSHOLE? halifax is SO last year

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_justcrash January 15 2006, 21:26:59 UTC
v1agra January 16 2006, 00:40:33 UTC
mike lecky
b-1669 E 13th ave
vancouver, bc
v5n 2b7

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