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Thursday, August 14, 2008
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words are sweet, but a man cannot live on words alone.
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i'm passing notes
the object in question is:
two weeks ago
gonzo
feel the sway
it's almost midnight
i sat cross-legged and shoeless,
"last night everything broke"
hubba hubba, what an (older) woman
just back from the hospital
blame
we threw banana peels
Mardou called from Frisco today;
remember
it's 11:21pm
"beautiful sorta"
"what you had, what you lost"
hotel+airport=
the Trial (transcribed 1:41am)
some circles are bigger than others
(re)reading Bukowski
it's 6am
attachment v. expectation
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