Justin (itgoeslikethis) wrote,
Justin
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I was following the pack all swallowed in their coats, with scarves of red tied 'round their throats, to keep their little heads from falling in the snow, and i turned round and there you go


it's getting worse. feel like im rotting, going through the motions. my reality is quite different, i must say. bleak is not an efficient word. Give me your eyes, I need sunshine. Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost.

I'm leaving now, returning a stump grinder to the rental company. Too heavy to lift, but it will have to be done. Wish me luck, and other good things... if you're so inclined. bye.
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