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06/02/2007 04:49 p.m.
some love of mine moves to
Manassas, Virginia.
he is caught drunk and unconscious and
knows little about history and hence
doesn't realize
that he is standing his ground where the first battle
of the Civil War was fought.

as the dog-handler of the teenage generation,
i find this fine;
realization is subjective and
if his innards battle it's
peachy keen by me.




in the meantime you are touching me tender.
it destroys me on the insides and
bruises up my nethers and my neck and
i remember being in love far too badly.

even if it's not with you.

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really though, what am i going to do with the rest of my life?
catharsis is such a grandeous word. in the meantime i'm meeting a stranger in Orlando.
I am currently Bothered