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[17 Jul 2003|09:44pm] |
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mood |
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music |
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"Star Sail" by The Verve |
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I'm sore and I miss Prudence. Good ol' Pru, where are you?
I've started The Clockwork Orange. It made my head hurt a bit. Bad book to start on the subway after lying in the dark discussing careers and disposability. In cognito out East. Phrases that test; I feign stupidity. I stupidly talk down. I never realized how much some people talk, how little I talk. How absence of speech is constantly overlooked. How little I am to you, a waxy ear who feigns stupidity and smiles intermittently. You love the echoes; like them like a bat.
No one really knows me, do they? How liberating and void.
I wonder if Plato would work?
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