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4.17.2011
read too much sartre. now i have the nausea.
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all i even really care about is the royal wedding.
songs for drunk rainy times in chinatown
celebrating easter the irresponsible adult way.
but i would like to live under spanish tiles.
a true realist would do nothing.
beatz and bleepz
remind me. remind me. remind me.
oh yeah that happened to me too one time.
essay on lucky charms if i were a third grader
los reyes magos fucking existen, you hdp.
ghosts give you groceries sometimes.
read too much sartre. now i have the nausea.
cue the intergalactic beauty pageant music
ils sont dans des cages parce qu'ils sont pauvres
anthem du jour
these days all of my words sound stale.
i will shake hands with america. that's all.
anthem du last weekend slash always
mostly i just hover above people and trains.
for them it means something different.
things that are not real: reality.
i forgot about the sky.
you say tomato. i also say tomato.
No title
things i don't understand: math, church.
"the problem is that caribbean reality resembles t...
synthétiseurs and lucid dreaming and that
getting drunk in my house for four dollars fifty.
this one time a ghost talked to me at night
my life is a perfect graveyard of buried hopes.
this place looks like a russian steakhouse.
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