novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- milk was a bad choice my body feels warm, almost yeasty, like risen dough. sleep in my eyes and bruises up my legs. i smell like sweat and nighttime. fingers dry that used book is older than me it took my oil. so when i am drinking i am a completely different person, and when i am hungover i think about this. i have to finish reading this book before class tomorrow. i have to go. 11:09 pm - 09.18.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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