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It's harder to live with myself. It's hard to handle myself.
Love me up or love me down. I don't care, as long as we go home.
I was in love with Dodger Leigh last night. I tried to read my blog but the internet died.
My failing life is in tune with the failing earth. I'm not totally sad.
There are still things to do, things to love.
To Aaron: When's the last time you went to the dentist and masturbated? Separately.
I am going to go for a walk at dawn. I'm drinking coffee and Bailey's coffee creamer.
A freight train derailed in east Austin. A water mane broke at McNeil High School.
Two and half inches fell at the airport. Marble Falls saw golfball sized hail.
Hi, Emmy. What does Emmy stand for from the awards show?
It's understandable. It's unstandable. I can't even sit it. Their conciousness.  All the places you'll go.
All the people you'll see. They want to be me.  Help them help me help you help us.
I am never going to lie again. I am going to learn how to say exactly what I want.
In 2,009, exactly the same thing happened. All of these have heightened North Korea alarm.
How A mazing it would be if I were A zactly what It be. I wonder how you can expect it to guide me hoh oh oh ohh oh oh oh oh oh oh woah oh woah woah woah oh oh oh ommmmme.
OHHH, I could......... Nohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh {: !!!!!!!!!
I like you like you like me like we like we.

Grimes wakes up late and stumbles through the dark of her bedroom into her bathroom. She squints in the light and pulls her baggy men's shirt over her head. She unhooks her plain lacy white bra. She unbuttons and unzips her shorts and dances out of them. She lifts her feet up one at a time to pull her socks off and toss them on the counter. The linoleum is cold , so she jumps onto the tub rug. She reaches down for the faucet handles and turns the hot water all the way up and steam begins the rise immediately. She rubs her face, runs her fingers through her black and blonde hair, and shivers slightly all over, wiggling from her fingers and toes. She turns the hot water down and steps tentatively into the tub. She is tense when the water first hits her prickly skin, but she loosens up in waves, then lets out a long sigh and sags her shoulders and head, letting her hair soak and release streams along her body, then off into the drain, off to everywhere.
The water is off and a small pool under the faucet gets smaller. Grimes drips. She stretches and looks at the ceiling, white, close to peeling. She throws aside the liner and curtain and hops onto the rug, reaching for a towel. A drop from her elbow lands on a roll of toilet paper and spreads through it to four times its original diameter. Grimes rubs herself thoroughly and roughly with the pinkish fluffy towel, not used since it was last washed and dried. But, now on to the boring stuffs... Does it need...?
Then the old clunker pulls up. Grimes takes another bite of favorite cereal, I don't know what it is, with soy milk, as the car honks, like a dying goose, because it is. I M just what I know. Grimes runs out the front door down the porch steps, her shirt hanging around the middle of her upper right around, exposing her bra strap and an occasional elbow. The car door is swung open by anonymous arm as Grimes crosses the border from lawn to sidewalk, and she clutches the inside handle and slams it closed as she plops on the bucket seat, her hair whipping across her flushed face.
Maybe I should... do what I should do. But I think I'm not sure of what that is right now.
Again I think of the past and it seems all right. Again I think of the future and I don't see anything at all.
I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I'm thinking, I, I, I-I, I-I-I... I.
Grimes climbs into the top bunk, replaces her clothes with a one-day-old quilt, and dives off the second floor into the dayglowing youngdeep pool at the wildnight party for dancers and halflivers.