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- !SALAD! in 112 degree weather.somehow, the ride ba...
- i'll be dreaming of moth's wings.the universe is s...
- i scribbled two things.one on a 4x6 index cardthe ...
- i stood on the 405 watching white fumes spewfrom o...
- "that’s the kind of sandstorm you should imagine."
- sweet deposition.this time last week, i was piecin...
- "feels nice, like a picnic."
- "the more holes you have in your pants, the more p...
- floating peaches, stubborn leeches,and nietzsche.(...
- shadow hovering above the clouds.checkerboards, sw...
- "let a bright light shine in and melt the coldne...
- last full day of santa cruz.makin' da most of this...
- meaning no meaningmeaningno meaningmeaning no mean...
- and that's how the light gets in.
- stevenson & cowell had a swap meetwhere you can tr...
- i had real meat today at a bbq.there were no condi...
- after genome, i bought a mint chocolate itsit& wen...
- think. feel. am.
- cuttlefish!
- even the ravioli was empty.julie said there are so...
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