novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- when it rains, everything makes sense frodo baggins traded myths underneath a mountain lake for his life while i ate a hamburger. micheal ende, roald dahl, j.r.r. tolkien i have been reading fantasy novels about evil wizards and hobbits and men who bet college boys their pinky fingers. this habit unrelenting paired with my work makes everything sleepy and dusted with escapism. holding billy today i almost cried. instead we sang the eensie weensie spider and tickled each other. i am feeling too full, lately. 6:06 pm - 04.09.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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