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Not that he's broken, but he's only had the same view of his reflection all these years. It's hard for him to gain a true perspective. Offset, more three-dimensional.

The state edition -


Current state: fair.

Been out, about, and not so down. You care you care. Developing new tastes, at least one for sanity, and another for Guiness. These things happen I guess.


Former state: indifferent.

But it's lent itself to happier alone times. And that's nice too. Emotional independence is sexy as fuck. Then again, so is blood. And as unfortunate as that may be, such is the case here.


State of the union:

Everything is...!

Everyone is...!

...******...

Planet Telex, Radiohead (The Bends)


State of undress:





State at that moment: fare.

How does that work? Figure it out.


Current mood, wistful.
Current word, FAGGOT.
Current song, Thinking about you.

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if I had wine I'd do a toast, but I've never been a fan. it's more in the neighborhood of razors, but dull. and it's always because they're the object, that's what i guess at.

it's those eyes or it's something behind them.

the best interpretation i have right now, is that when i see you, or when you brush by or bye it's like karen o is screaming syllables in my ear. and i worry where you are. probably pounding out a note that you look at through glass. i know it doesn't make sense, and neither does this voice.

but that glass comes open, you hear that sound and it makes you feel better. and then you hold it together and watch it heal. waiting become longing and the note gets quiet again. pick up your fist so you can hear it again.

of course there's no reason. there's no logic in wanting. and you know it. and so do i.

heroine in reverse. but everyone's growing. give it your years.

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Here are my "thank you" 's:

Thank you. Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Thank you.

Hope I got 'em all.