2002-12-23
11:32 p.m.
so much to do
once again, the thickest kind of cord is cut. all it means after a few days of the nostalgicshakes is that I'm looking for jobs in new zealand and ireland, oh the places I'll go. but after yellowknife last summer, it needs to be stunning - and I think to myself whitehorse? I think nanaimo? I think let's take on the whole fucking country! I think I need to leave I need to leave I need to leave. cause I have never been hurt and thought fight. flight it is, distance for disasters; the dense knowledge of new places to blanket, smother, crush and cover the old ones. * fuck. I keep running into the wrong people. I need to quit recycling and find me a cabin. anyway, i'm done with you
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