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Friday, June 1st, 2001
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3:38a - what can you say?
contented causing careening sputtering beat beat
i'll wait indefinitely for this to level off
i guess one could be grateful for the passion. does starvation make one desperate? or are these fools' introspections.. creeping excuses to warrant another relapse? for all intents and purposes, you're only this sad once in your life. every subsequent engagement overwhelms the last.
and here i am being fatalistic, moments (hours? days? years?) after i promised myself (ironically) this mindset was done for.
our saturday fling (the beach cafe thing) is cancelled heretofore. so sad! it flowed from my head to the air by way of my hands, and you know i need emptying every once in a while.
let's see what dawns before the 9th. precedent surmises immediacy and improvisation.. but we can only be this delicate and forceful for so long.
graciously, your skin recedes
your hands grasp otherworlds
feet skipping rendezvous aplenty
until resting
immediately
upon the concept of joy
(quizzically).
current mood: broken
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