and we each need some human connection. some sort of pull. - it's funny how no one reacts to the changing of the gaurds up here. i feel like i'm living in a suburban gated community. oh no, it's just the upper west side. I live in a gold lipstick case. jesus christ. I am so blinded - by my own apathy. venturing along the f train - i experienced 10 stops out of this epi-center, i call home. the cold wind biting at my cheeks. the smell on a winter tuesday night is just different out there.
How can I put a downer on today, but i stick with Joan Didion. He's not the prophet. she is still going to be effed.
the time bites at my fingers. i wish so badly to organize. but what? I need to stand above my own childish fancies and insecurities.
tonight we took apart Comus and The Stranger.
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