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2001-03-06 || 09:12 || escaping from my mouth and nose in tight coils. || sometimes the nicotine falls very sweetly over me, like a shadow, from the very top of my head down down down turning everything inside me black. and i have to steady myself against a wall while my cells tremble and heave and let it in. silently. i don't think anyone notices. except for the smell of it. trapped in my jacket. and probably in my hair, which would otherwise smell of tea tree and oranges. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |