July 3, 2012

Sometimes I recall the strange and unusual life I lead, lost somewhere in between, a place so neutral that nothing is noticed about the tone of my life. Rich or poor? Loved or neglected? Captured or free? Perhaps this is where my indifference comes from. I’m obviously very stoned right now. I actually feel kind of happy. I’m whitening my teeth in preparation for Parker’s cabin, I don’t care that it sounds strange. Damn my mouth is dry. I wish I could split my heart in half and spend the night with myself. I can feel the moon above me, though.

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