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[Sep. 3rd, 2008|08:02 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | highland park | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the biggest lie - elliot smith | ] |
Finale. The rise, flipped stomach at the end of a slide, a high bridge or country hill dip. Cried, crushed, subdued. Undid undoing, became bored; dis-tance, dis-prove, dis-member. Remember? Renew, reuse, recycle. Hike up a little whorishly. Break teeth for god. Goodness me. My goodness. Sleeping more soundly with sleeping more selfish. [....they were two superior eels at the bottom of the tank & they recognized each other like italics] keep your comfort, your leather jacket, your skin, your insubstantial dream. you're not the only one who dreams. you're not the only one who you're not. never the only one.
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watched a documentary on jelly-fish this afternoon. gabriel said, "they move like brEAthing," & lifted his arms to the sky. |
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