the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:16 p.m. + 2004-09-07 = but there is a sixer of schell's firebrick in the trunk of my car.
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the more i don't-think-about-it, the more it's there. a kodak moment, a film, an album, a crisp-like late-summer day, a commercial: things for which i wish he were in my presence before, during, after. i wish i were able to feel something--anything--other than regret. why is it always the useless emotions that break through the stoicism? oh...
and i've unintentionally quit drinking.
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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[prologue] *** [epilogue] ***[plottwist!]
[[erstwhile]] ***** [[forthwith]]
