| it seems superflously foggy today.
3 rolls of film are waiting
inspirations i have-
its motivation and emily dickinson keeping me away
peanut butter m&ms sounds good
merry holidays
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| this blogs become so obsolete
today was strike day. basically i pilgrimized to park slope. hung out
with jonathan. we wandered around in an indecisive daze for quite some
time. then we threw marshmallows around at b&n and i took a box of
godiva chocolates and ate them. i subbed between a book on hippies
"fast food nation" and "choke" choke was good. its really cold. me and
jonathan walked me home throught suspicious streets. i felt bad because
he had to walk back to park slope all alone. i dont
like this weather. it gives me chronic sore throat. i dyed my hair
black. i guess it means pictures. but im too lazy for that right now.
it looks funny on me.
nothing noteworthy has happened. i went to see senses fail and saves the day play and i saw pretty girls make graves recently.
i twas all in good fun
the strike day things make me feel like they are somehow undeserved
fin.
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| I can feel the routine coming on. It can't be called something entirely
dreaded because it isn't; but its not something to immensely look
forward upon. I guess its begin sucked into the most obscure deja vu.
Some sort of paradox, a world weighty with repetition. We've said the
words so much they've gathered dust. Take out again, the bottle holding
the heated confessions you whispered in your swirling euphoria under
your drug of choice. Oh! my dear I still inflate you too highly. I
stand wary of such a black hole because coming out with scars is not a
mistake to repeat. But its all faded into an element of black comedy.
Stinging only because the devil is in the details. I guess its softness
and warmth of reliance I hate. The trust I detest falling into. This
might as well be any other time. Its the prospect of doing it all
before that frightens me the most. It still lurks in the shadows I've
gone too far away to see.
(to be cont'd)
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| i met austin scarlett today
on the street in person
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| wonderful friday. to be horribly supplemented by a most terrible saturday.
 
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