novembre

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and a chorus from the kitchen sings

boots and boots and boots are
stacked up on newspapers
there are puddles to avoid.

a friday deliberately spent holed up inside the apartment i forgot to live in for the past week. having a consuming job and wanting a real life is like trying to fly while drowning sometimes.
you have to reconcile and your diary ends up a work report while you try to do so.

i am listening to julie doiron, loudly, typing bits of letters on my five different typewriters and mooning over self-depreciation. everything tells me i am much too good for feeling so down but oh.

it happens frequently if i don't take care of myself and boy does it happen lately.

you don't know how much i wish my cat was the kind to sleep between my arms.

10:57 pm - 05.31.02

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