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Piviotal literary epiphanies in the last few weeks: Discovered Kathy Acker, read JT Leroy till he made me sick to my stomach and finnally read Cunt, fuck if only I had read it two years earlier. Its crazy how books come to you. Like maybe not at the right time, like you think things could have been different if they had come at another time. I rememver how bad my hands ached for that book a few years ago and Molly was reading it.

So much Ive forgotten immersed in books and writing and Staples. I don't answer my phone or call anyone back. Its like I just needed the smallest excuse to break away from people and the world.