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i'm just being silly, dear.
i am probably going to be a secretary or a victim of myself, but when i think and dream during the day i am a dancer or an interviewer of the people we question or the interviewed or i paint things that will be worth thousands when i die or i drink wine in a studio and take pictures of men women and children whos faces and bodies write stories that would make your eyes melt or i could write the things you duplicate in love letters or even hate letters. i can do anything in my head because i spend days doing nothing in my bed. i'm already drinking wine in my studio but here i just produce christmas cards made out of glitter glue and construction paper with words in them like "i'm sorry" and "you made my day" that some if not all of the recipients will throw away when i die. unless they throw them out upon arrival.
2:12 am - December 17, 2008
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