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we might be up there during christmas time. snow!
otherwise, nothing much is going on in my life. about three weeks until deerhoof.
i hate to abandon our conversation, but it's 11 and past my bed time :[ until next time, mi amigo.
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fuck i'm frustrated, freaking out something fierce, would you help me? i'm hungry and i stuffer and i startle, i struggle and i stammer til i'm up to my ears in miserable quote unquote "art"
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