when you/re dead

09.19.02back& forth
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no lies today, love and lines [perfect prose, perfectly written, perfect] chocolate chip cookies and a slice of life

lugging around the history of art like it was my best friend, oh. except. today i valued sleep and dreamt and when does that ever happen

///cheers, except we/d shatter the glasses and expectantly fall to pieces with them. or get drunk to forget everything, but that./s not being advocated at. all. i was going to call you today, make sure we could drive together and build houses with our bare (bare) hands like Old Times and things might work out ok/ i hope we play again together soon, like now

so we/re left with pieces, memories

Q. E. D.


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