Monday, August 21, 2006

dead dogs

strange dream. must have been all the starch. i worry a bit. two hours. mornings are good, pie.
all my loves. why can i not see anything? *sigh*. she avoids me. why does she? or is it just my imagination? essays. peaches. i want to say "i love you" to someone. i can just hear it. i want someone to say it like that to me.

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