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Sunday, August 16, 2009
reunions are like...
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not writing anything since last Thursday
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at present...
Sunday morning nostalgia for Georgia
notes on a return to scholasticism
two years ago today...
North Carolina is like...
USA! USA!
two years ago v. last night
reunions are like...
not as dirty as it sounds
modified excerpt from a tiny rambling journal
on former lovers turnng 30
now available
a house in Gainseville, circa January 2000
short binary note to R.A.
swan dive
1 dream - six days + 1 year = ?
psoas v. fornication
eight days a week
first thoughts on second parts, continued
first thoughts on second parts
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