January 2009
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crackpipes and waffles
sometimes i get the urge to hold your hand. just ‘cause sometimes you need a hand to hold, you know? but your hands are big and mine are small; i run the risk of having my hands devoured in a single bite. i don’t mind so much though because that’s what best friends are for. it’s a small price to pay to the g-ds of warm, fuzzy feelings.
i forget to tell you that...
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break the chain
nightmares have a strange quality of suspending reality, even if just for a matter of minutes. as opposed to dreams, which may seem pretty unrealistic, my nightmares are utterly engulfing. at no point during my nightmares, unlike my dreams, am i aware of the fact that i am asleep, that what i feel i’m experiencing isn’t real. i feel foolish for admitting this, but every so often, i...
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