i didnt go to sleep when i should. i stayed up to watch the fabulous baker boys – it was quite good. i liked tthe ending. never trust a happy ending,. it’s not real, not part of life. you’re just wathcing someone else’s sully dream. abandoned. ugh. broken. there is no purpose to this. i’m just giving my fingrs something to do while their arms just lie here in the dark, staling banquets to be bitten by my mystery assassin in the night. alone. i shjudder to think what all this is doing to my grammatical reputation. write though me . write fast. there is pasta on the hob, old tobacco down the drain, and i sit here curdling thoughts to a thick that when the milk’s drunk quick go insane

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