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<< Saturday, Oct. 22, 2011 - 10:17 pm >>
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i can't listen to my old music anymore -- they don't have the same lilt they once had. that lilty melty thing they did to my insides.

what a waste today's been. i could've swum in the bath tub. i could've been given a feet rub. i could've slept on the kitchen rug. i could sing songs about summer and be merry. instead i took a walk outside, there was a park and it was uncrowded and small. modest lights dimmed by the dark horizon. creating shadows and diffusing memories of the day, dispersing them into the night sky like dandelion seeds.