novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- from a letter to crabcake as much as i say i like routine, i'm also afraid of it. there is a median, where i can have a slightly open routine that i can bounce around inside, but that's like asking stephin merritt's chihuwawa if he'll love me. you know what i mean? i guess it's time to run away and become a trucker. maybe i was made for that job. little cars whizzing by and children begging for you to blow your horn. your rig is your routine and the view always changes, except for when you stare at the ceiling while you are falling asleep night after night. 4:25 pm - 7.17.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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