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How strong is your dedication to the culture? what are your thoughts on you in 40 years?

leaving. because this all got repetitive. I'll be back, I'm sure, when I'm stoned and bored enough.

funny how someone changes you. funny how a person arrives and alters your reality. I could say I felt this coming. But I know I've said the same about all of the rest. This almost feels repetitious. We both know that this is just how it goes.

I cut my fucking hair. For a couple of days shy of a week, I had been putting...
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When I was a little girl (about 3ish, the memory feels nearly like a dream), on warm, simple summer days I would take walks to the music store, to the corner store with my Daddy. For some reason, I particularly remember one warm windy summer day I think I wore a lace trim white dress. The wind was aggressive, but warm, so still inviting. At...
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It would rain on my birthday, wouldn't it.

I awake to the sound of moisture on the street, a hidden sun and dwindling temperatures. I'd almost forgotten it was winter.

I saw the first centipede of the season. I think it died from the sudden chill in the air before I could get to it. Stupid little thing, it's not time for you yet.

For...
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C'mon drugs in ma body!

Beautiful February day in Chicago. I put some boots on. I went outside! I took a ride and found lots of preeetty things to furnish my home with, without means to buy them

I took a walk and and came across a Barnes & Noble, then coming across H.P. Lovecraft. I only read one story, and I recall Dagon and...
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Ah yes. I think I say fuck too much. It is really hard to find good industrial that is not gothcreep with cheese on top.

I think I say fuck too much. I read my blog from yesterday. and boy I tell ya. ah fuck.

Is it so hard, does it fucking crush you when i tell you i just want to dance, can we...
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OIC, I'm supposed to write to entertain you people. Sweet. .

I was preoccupied and distracted and a scatter-brained nothing all day at work today. sweet. I looked like shit, felt like I was floating along, daydreaming all day. About nothing. Orally fixated, chewing gum, wide eyed. Where the fuck did 19 come from.

I feel like I spent too much of my life on...
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I spent all of my day off in bed with my laptop on my lap. I filed my taxes. I looked for new jobs online. I chatted up a pretty new girl. My ass is sore from sitting, and I would love to get the hell out of this pink room and drink sparks until my feet won't stop dancing. I failed to buy my...
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