i don't even know what love is
and i still haven't read mrs. dalloway.
what are you doing for new year's?
I'M SO CLOSE TO BEING DONE
but i lost all my words and i can't find where i put them or where they are hiding. i think they call that writer's block. VAPID, PAUCITY, INCONGRUENT, A TEDIOUS TIRED VACUUM WHAT WILL I DO WHEN ITS OVER BUT WHAT IF I CAN'T FINISH LEGS CROSSED AND FINGERS HOPING HERE'S TO THE FIRST DAY OF WINTER ITS ALMOST THE SHORTEST DAY OF THE YEAR DARK AS A MOTEL LOBBY WE DON'T HAVE ELECTRICITY BUT WE HAVE THOUSANDS AND THOUSANDS OF CANDLES what a goddamn waste of time.
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