&nbsp; &nbsp;(March 27)


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&nbsp; &nbsp;I have not eaten so drinking is the most efficient

&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; route to terror


&nbsp; &nbsp;Standing outside&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;the cock

&nbsp; &nbsp;&amp; he is smoking a wet&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; cigarette.


&nbsp; &nbsp;ohbythewayi&rsquo;m

&nbsp; &nbsp;positive I could&rsquo;ve fucked his silence


&nbsp;&nbsp; I am at the cock&nbsp;&nbsp; &amp;

&nbsp; &nbsp;I will not be getting cock to

&nbsp; &nbsp;night&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; -- bouncer calls me


&nbsp;&nbsp; babe &amp; sends me off into the negative

&nbsp; &nbsp;night_dirty cold tired&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; the weather is a police


&nbsp;&nbsp; dog i saw die once_ funny&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; how february choreographs

&nbsp; &nbsp;this ritual&nbsp;&nbsp; agony despair eventual &ldquo; willful dependence &rdquo; etc.


&nbsp;&nbsp; such that one is surprised to rise anew each day

&nbsp;&nbsp; simply like bread&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Paganite&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; no death mists&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;

&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;my foggy little head&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;


&nbsp;&nbsp; It is not even March 27th and I am already worried.&nbsp;&nbsp; I once


&nbsp;&nbsp; Fell in love with a boy simply because of the way he would piss


In public parks.


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&nbsp;&nbsp; Mom,&nbsp; i cannot close the light&nbsp;&nbsp; the window&nbsp; the flowers&nbsp;

&nbsp; &nbsp;as flowers hole in the dead&nbsp; as flowers bore of our dead,


&nbsp; &nbsp;Deep deep lossive holes.


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[Alt text: black and white flash image of a dirty post-it, taped backwards to a

wall. Printed on the post-it is the following text: &lsquo;Nichole Ramsey Im sorry guys

but i know this is fake but i always stick to the safe side i know im weird.. If you

stop reading this you&rsquo;re gonna die. My name is teresa fidalgo if you don&rsquo;t post

this on 20 photos I will sleep with you forever this girl ignored and 29 days later

her mom died. I am real you can search up on google&rsquo;. Scrawled over the printed

text are semi-decipherable scribblings about measurements, including the words

&lsquo;Linen,&rsquo;

Dan Schapiro

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