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2003-06-13 - 9:38 p.m. a man is screaming outside my window and singing off-key, "i got a maaagic stick...a maaagic dick". friday the thirteenth. i need sunlight. i could write volumes and volumes of the things i think and feel but am i really thinking or feeling anything? i have been boring all year; i don't know how to change it and nobody returns my calls. all i know is: i find sad lost gloves on the street, they're sitting on my side of the room in long island, in a wawa crate that used to be under my bed in philly. i have reasons for doing this. and i re-united a pair of gloves last month, my girlfriend put on one glove (found in her town, weirdly enough) and i put on the other (found in nyc) and we hummed sentimental music and pretended that they were running towards each other in an imaginary field and it was so so perfect i seriously was blinking away tears. maybe they weren't the same pair but they sure as fuck look alike, both splattered with white paint, even.
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