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May 11, 2005
same ol' stranger in this same ol' strange land (I grew up an illegal alien in)
Check in: Of course, I sincerely intended and fully believed I’d be crack free and bed chi by 10:30p. It’s 4am now. Horrible. 3 hours from completing day five. And with so much going on tomorrow plus the added crunch of everything I didn’t get done yesterday. But yet it feels optomistic. Yes, I copped again. Let me put that up.
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They [whoever they are! No, seriously, ‘they’ is finally revlieled: Kate of the same lipstick and high prominent checkbones as every other madl
again the cheese-fest of the ill-timed interruption: I just wanted my valuable friends to be reminded of helpful and heart-on-target doo-doo-goodedness while slaughtering all the deer who are giving up their wild, nomadic, White Celebrity Houd that of all the peopel and things he could have pee’ed on and humped, it would have been, GTavk
—// Oh, yeh, we’re free-form and expressionists…We just forget where the paints are kept. Back there at the only large cabinet. The one in the room, she feeds hyou, penstoed…
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Shit, I’m orbiting off in a spin that I think must *may* maybe maybe not would have been rare if you’d ever had the chance. Any left over pics…One from yo, 56,000 from them.
Posted by peligrito at May 11, 2005 3:55 AM
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