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2003-09-19, 5:58 a.m.

yesterday i wrote something and it disappeared. of rthe best i suppose, its energy was lost in momentum, its warmth was evaporated by a fur coat. thanksgiving, good grief.

///////sometimes i want to meet myself, 30 years away, whether he will be dead or alive. then you could watch the past becomming present. you could watch ice melt in december, and leaves turn over in the spring time.