the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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2:25 p.m. + 2004-09-14 = out, out! damn spot.
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a phone call should be made, a conversation should be had, before i say anything more here; a lot of trouble has evolved from this space, right here.
additionally, i am on hellbent-route toward exorcising the loveghosts and heartdemons, away/out of me, fast as possible. plan of action:
1. pack up guitar and any bits of songs in notebooks, scrawled on napkins/4x4 bits of parchment.
2. throw a few cds, teddy bear, chequebook and whiskey into "manpurse."
3. drive to homehome [mum's house][[st. peter]].
4. buy four packs of american spirit menthols, 12 pack of diet coke, case of schell's firebrick.
5. hole up in the garage.
6. not come out until i've written the next four albums. [though, would be allowed to leave on condition of mum's money given in order to have brother-sister[s] bonding time at the cinema... and said-money would also cover soda and popcorn.]
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comments?? --->[thisaway]--->[[looks to me as though there are...]]---> 0 repercussions thus far
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