you motherfuckers better start calling me. i'm a very intelligent person with much to offer. call me now. i'm waiting by my phone.
whatever. your loss.
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- On Cooking
- Weekly Selections
- Counterbalance
- I ran with you for as far as I could, but then my ...
- Chapter 6: The Last Breakfast
- Scanner Art?
- Pet Jesus
- 2008 Projects: Undeveloped Idea no. 2
- 2008 Projects: Undeveloped Idea no. 1
- i don't want to talk about what happened.i can tel...
- Family Tree
- text messaging.
- Chapter 5: The End of the Night
- No title
- old Pyschology notebook
- Motivation on some days.
- hahaha.
- Thorton
- Dear Mom, I'm not even a Christian
- Weekly Selections
- Chapter 4: The Deep End
- the birth of turf wars?
- i think about history, about lovers who have died.
- loud.
- Living Together
- and lost. messages.
- Chapter 3: Suburban Indulgence
- hahahaah.
- woke up this morning, immediately tallied all of t...
- One dream
- Mail Art Scrapbook Project
- life like a test.
- d anni bra and likilimej up a tree
- notes and ideas found in my own pockets, none of w...
- n/a
- Part of
- Four dreams
- Climbing pine trees.
- on the front porch...
- I'm falling back into old routines I promised myse...
- Not too much has changed.
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- What I Learned in Business Writing Class
- the day the daily camera disappeared
- view from a plane
- THIS IS THE SOUND OF ME CHEWING MY TEETH
- a christmas story
- i'm getting sucked in by days of our lives. it mak...
- Roomates
- Weekly Selections
- Inspiration
- 22 Influences
- I want to be tucked away in a place where people t...
- Bernice collected coins
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- Chapter 2: The Arrival
- peekaboo
- ruminatin' on da posts
- I Want to Write a Book of Poetry
- Six Dead Virgins
- Old Film
- I'm one class away from the weekend, one week away...
- here's the thing about him. or me. i guess.
- Laura and I baked a cake.
- Appeal
- Talking aloud to myself sometimes reaps great rewa...
- wonderland
- i'm serious
- Hail Hail the Eyeball Kid
- gcnh,h xd
- the last day
- Firsts from the Russian.
- In need of an editor --
- I despise hypocrites! and therefore despise myself...
- so i've got these pieces of chain...and this shoe....
- stud alert.
- n/a
- My dream
- No title
- While I was sleeping --
- Headphones On
- the card catalog sits and waits
- the card catalog sits and waits
- School day
- This house will be a parking lot.
- Roomates
- You don't need to run away.
- I feel as if every aspect of my life is somehow or...
- back to 35mm for a bit...
- ones I can remember.
- better arrangements
- Our lives are about times when we decide to walk o...
- School day
- On Payment
- Weekly Selections
- It seems like there is always some sort of betraya...
- (translated from Spanish)“Lovely Pepita, One more ...
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1 comment:
you're breakin my heart.
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