. . . it's that thing. cold lovers hands under sheets midnights. the inability to remember the name of the cat of your dead best friend. or the last name of your first real boyfriend. that thing. that. thing. like having to sit down at rock concerts . . .

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i want a life like cathode-ray tubes
all pictures and probability

jangles

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