Thursday, June 17, 2010

it's odd how happy i feel
when i imagine myself dead

1 comment:

  1. I miss you. I thought about those times we ate edemame salad (full plates) and the time you went running with me at midnight. I was going fucking crazy and it was either that or- well thank you for drinking and running with me that night. I miss your writing. Send me something puhleaze. And maybe I'll finish that play-and you could act it out, like a basement play...if you want -w some people. this is a random conglomeration of thoughts friend. i miss you.

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