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So much to say. I'm all clouded right now, can't focus on enough of one
thing. There's a book in my head, but the chapters are all out of order and
the pages are all turned around, dog-eared, and coffee stained. It's a familiar
story to me but one I can't convey.
So tonight, if you can, just put a little music on and relax. After I get back from the darkroom I'm gonna try. We'll do it together. A little gin. A little swing. Nothing stronger than a 40 watt bulb under a swirling Tiffany globe. Close your eyes and breathe the chaos out. Breathe strong. Breathe well. Breathe damnit. Breathe... goodnight 12.19.97
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