novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- come together internet use has been very sporadic this summer. apologies. "but i always want to talk to you; i want to talk to you when i eat frozen yogurt that tastes like peanut butter or when i go to lake anza and swim next to kids who throw rocks at the lilypads. when i go grocery shopping..." the ravers downstairs (who i have dubbed "burning men") have ceased their friday night thump thump. they are now, oddly, blasting the beatles. "come together" is issuing up through my floorboards like a beating heart, reminding me of all the summer's loose ends 1:07 am - 08.13.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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