make your bed but not your mind. you're still the apple of my eye.

i miss home. i think my car's hurting. i know my cat is angry. and i'm just, just drifting.

i have to find a way to reach down wires and talk to my mother tomorrow. everything dangling.

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coetzee turned out just like saramago and now i must, must read disgrace. elizabeth costello can break a dim heart and spin the gears of my, my feeble mind. so many cobwebs and the tanks that annihilate them, going overboard, woe.