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2001-10-16 || 5:04 p.m. || (actually i am talking about emails but paper notes are so much nicer to think about.) || paper trails mean everything to me. paper and ink and oil from fingertips tracked down to a solitary dot on the timeline of me. and i am sitting here all hormonal, all angsty and longing and melodramatic, reading ancient history. finding sentences i want to yank out like copper wires, to coil on my wrists and wrap around my ribcage tight so that they leave marks and the faint smell of metal and sweat. to try to swallow hole, never minding the way they tend to get caught in my throat and snag at my heart. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |