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Tuesday, October 12, 2010

well there's that

Someday I'm going to write something and it's going to scare people and they're going to trace it back to my life, like, "Where did that come from?" And I'll just tell them that my writing is generally a spillway for coasting through internal haze. And that the internal haze rarely translates into action.

Sometimes I merge lanes on the highway without checking any of my mirrors. I just brace for impact. It never comes.Painted the fuck out of my room

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