2003-02-12 || 1:03 p.m.

|| pink-cheeked and disaster-ready ||

i've never built up walls before and for the first time i'm familiarizing myself with bricks and cement and dry wall and chain link. i like barbed wire and flood lights and aluminum siding. i like the idea of blood mixed with dirt smeared on the outside, names written in cheap paint, and me none the wiser seated here on the inside with this little radio and cup of tea.

sometimes i wish i were better at vocalizing the words "fuck you."

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