something is going on. my subconscious
has me under house arrest?
i would like to know the meaning of this
please. this stocking up. the groceries,
the laundry. i was in the worst mood this morning
at having to go to campus, and since returning
i haven't moved off the lot.
dear chelsea,
go outside.
no.
i said, go outside.
fine. but only for a
cigarette.
it's not so bad, i guess. vancouver street
is pretty funny at three o'clock.
i just saw some guy drive a harley on the sidewalk.
bad. ass.
but i want to drive a harley on the sidewalk too.
screaming down the mountain.
all the way to the
bottom, of the road, the bottom
of the bluffs, to the bottom of the
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