DEAF + DUMB + DONE
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thirty-one march
nine : twenty-eight p.m.
i don't know what it is. i don't know at all. i wonder if he's ever met anyone that he hasn't had some kind of an impact on.
i wish he could come. and we could dance and sing along and fall in love. or something. at this point, anything.
music : fugazi
literature : deer shadow farm info
fixation : horses