Monday, March 10, 2008

back of paper plate, sunday afternoon

i never understood people saying "i want to die in a special way, like at some cool time like 11:11, or something" its stupid, a futile effort; it doesn't matter what you end up with, at least someone has seen the same conditions in their demise; it's akin to saying "i want to die in a war, that'll maximize the intimate indirect identity of the event

tonight I saw the valedictorian working at Dunkin Donuts

I just convinced myself my craving for maple nut goodies was because of her;
they were thomas' favorite candy

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