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2001-04-25 || 12:38 p.m. || do i put this in your sandwich and ask you to take a bite? || in response to you finding out that i had found out: i wonder if i should have let on at all that i had found out. but then there is the feeling of betraying you. not telling you when your shorts are showing or there is mustard on your bottom lip. scabs and scars and scratches. it is just that you take such pleasure in prying them open with found forks and branches, i see you doing it, sitting on the curb in front of the house we used to live in, poking and prying. trying to let in the light and sound of what has become nothing more than a movie set. nothing can become of it but infection. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |