OLIVE YOU NOT......

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exhaustion.

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his eyes are strange and warm

attractive? not attractive?can't decide

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bought spanky some seed garland. he
is dejected lately as i go
in&out&forget to
tell him he is my little sweetheart&so he
looks at me like 'who the fuck are you?'

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614 days to go.
it's saturday, november 3,2001

. ..lying down to sleep
last night felt as if every muscle
had been pulled out of my body,
pounded with salt and pepper,
marinated in clorox bleach,
rolled in ground glass,
stuffed back hastily around my bones;
felt as if my skull had been opened and
emptied of grey matter, then filled with
bubbly champagne; and my gut opened
and my insides slathered in taco bell
hot sauce; my skin then patched up with
itchy, ill-applied scotch tape .

..this morning i feel better, though.