novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- it is like finding out that grendel really did exist. i was a sleeping dragon you know what? i think i'm lonely. which is weird because i'm so fucking busy. last night i stayed up until three am writing letters and it felt wonderful, some dormant part of me is waking up. (i thought that part of me was dead, along with the insomnia, the random pieces of art projects and disjointed lyricisms. but maybe my friends were right, and my old work really did take such a toll on me that i never knew.) 1:50 pm - 09.12.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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