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i'll run with the wolves of you and

i swear to god they'll never catch me.

i know for a fact that they'll never, ever touch me.

yell at the top of your lungs this time.

scream until the giants atop of manhattan skyscrapers

look up from The Times.

i will not.

Catch Up in Dijon

Wine & Daumail/Imbeaud.

I've encouraged a flame to dance around a heavy container of gasoline more times than I've recommended this combination.

i n o u t

it died in april.

it unexisted in march.

i buried it in my brain.

i built it in my heart.

12 Minutes

i have twelve minutes to spare for anyone who has had a difficult time keeping touch since i've moved out to CA.

Don't feel left out, i've had a hard time keeping touch myself.

i've always been a little self-conscious about recording my day into blogs, these online journals. Which I suppose is most of the reason I do not type into this site regularly.

If there is anyone who still looks at this, relation or not, please let me know.

You might just be my incentive to visit this blog and punch in keystrokes more often than twice yearly.

i guess i only needed 5 minutes.

x.

bonsoir/

CA

i am moving in 1 day.  

see you out there.

cheers.