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2007-02-06 || 2:58 p.m. || don't let it in || i broke into your diary but all you write about is music. i scanned the paragraphs for anything remotely personal, and since i don't know enough about ___ to speculate as to whether you're writing in some kind of musical code, it's gotten to the point of reading the dates of each entry and imagining you sitting in a swivel chair you found out on the street and plunking away at the keyboard, you are in socks. there is a hole in the big toe. you squint at the desk lamp you have set up next to your computer, and when the little voice inside you suggests to write about something other than music you stop, crack your knuckles and rest your hands behind your head. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |