Tuesday, November 25th, 2003
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12:00 am - just so you know
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Tuesday, March 4th, 2003
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5:47 pm
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claire gets a bookbag full of hip-hop cds from the bookstore,
we walk back from her car through a cemetary,
it is midnight but looks like a blue mercurian midday.
my mary janes match the steps her boots take,
there is a symphony, a harmony.
the smoke from her cigarette pours out
of her mouth like words.
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Sunday, February 2nd, 2003
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11:44 am - noctornes %chopin +empty bottles, ashes
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dream that my typewriter ate my brain
out of my skull like cereal
out of a bowl and spit
words out on yellow, thick paper aft
erwards.
(writing in crayon
when you are triping makes sense.)
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Monday, January 13th, 2003
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12:27 pm
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i whine, i pine
for vassar.
i can last five days.
i can last five days?
my feet are always cold here,
and my hands,
everything is broken.
i wear my grandmother's ring.
i miss.
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Friday, January 3rd, 2003
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1:27 am
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Sunday, December 22nd, 2002
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2:10 pm
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there is no christmas, this year.
(my grandmother's in the hospital
i haven't eaten anything but tea and
crackers since thursday i sleep 12
hours a day and breathe smoke forever.)
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Thursday, December 19th, 2002
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1:26 pm
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going back to pennsylvannia on friday.
a month is too long of a time.
much, much to long.
my stomach twists inside of me when
i look out the window and imagine
not seeing this place until january 18th.
i try to think of movie theatres, old friends,
bubble baths and time to read.
(i miss him already it hasn't even been 24 hours).
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