December 2010
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WatchSince I am without school or job, or a decent hobby I have been up to no good.
Before the well runs dry.
We run like rivers.
We don’t fit, you and I. Nor do the stories about us. There is this room with impossibility, and I’m sitting on this couch in the room. I’m an impossibility. I thought that would be a memorable cause or something my father would have told me when we we’re having one of those talks. He would tell me “one day son, you will meet a girl who will...
If I wanted you to stop breathing, I would have taken it under consideration. But it’s hard once you’ve gone on living with something you can’t live without.
