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2002-11-27 - 5:06 p.m. i'm back on strong island for a while. this sticky keyboard makes me want to KILL. anyhoo, it's really nice being back thus far. the sky is so fucking huge. i am obsessed with downloading 80's rap & gothy songs and sitting around the house like a loser. it's okay. yesterday me and my brother went to stop 'n' shop (aka the main hub of action/ employer here) and i saw two gay people (aka 50% of the entire gay population of this town) and it made me feel a little less alone. also my favorite cashier was there. back when i used to work at cvs and she at the neighboring mc donalds, she used to do things like storm into cvs and yell, "IF THERE'S NO CALOMINE LOTION, EVERYONE DIES TONIGHT! I'M FUCKIN ITCHY!" last night she was really excited to see me. she also did an impression of a rabid dog. i love her. right now i am eating beans from the can. missing people. waiting for kastoory to call so we can hang out & maybe challenge people's perceptions. i think the reason why i like being here is because i was living here the last time i truly believed that art & words were going to save me. here is a quote from someone rad who i don't even know: "the only artists i have ever known, who are personally delightful, are bad artists. good artists exist simply in what they make and consequently are perfectly uninteresting in what they are. a great poet, a really great poet, is the most unpoetical of all creatures. but inferior poets are absolutely fascinating. the worse their rhymes are, the more picturesque they look.... he lives the poetry that he cannot write. the others write the poetry that they dare not realize." - Oscar Wilde xo.
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