a bio of Burroughs in Paris and i'm half-mad from the reading. i'm thinking in cut-ups and scrying into pearls, hoping for a string, seeking some semblance of reason. my head aches, and i studied today accounts of me, aged 22, and madly in love. i am conducting surveys (of one) via text and answering questions about my relation to Lloyd Dobler.
this is just the beginning.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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