in a rumbly pile of words with sweat on the backs of my knees. i was dreaming of my friends, ripping apart their lives and putting them back together, making a collage so much greater than the whole.
my life is the pieces, these words are the glue and it's all true -
except for the parts that didn't happen.
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i spent yesterday morning washing my karma and it felt sad. when i went to bed, the Manhattan dread of not being able to fall asleep was on me.
Monday, July 21, 2008
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