Monday, September 3, 2007
Monday
Monday morning in the yellow kitchen. Shhh wind in the trees, the crickets and birds all like maracas. NPR - Nixon was a drunk? My nose still running! I'm allergic to summer. My sister so far so far away, what time is it in Rome? What is she doing? Walking on cobblestones? "What did you feel about Nixon?" Dostoevsky is waiting for me and my pen. Ugh.
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aw baby!
i miss you... i wish you were here with me.
i am 6 hours ahead of you here, and yes, walking a lot a lot.
do your shit, so you can come see me. pleaseeee baby baby.
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