I cut my foot cliff jumping today.
Nelson shit in Pretty Boy Res.
Then we went to D.C.
What a shit hole.
Some music came on that reminded me of you.
But I forget what it was now.
I hate peace signs.
I'm not who I was in April.
I cant remember the last time I fucked.
I'm half sorry if that sentence makes you uncomfortable.
I don't ever want to make it to Seattle, because that's when my life will start up again.
I think, for now, I'm alright in limbo.
I don't know why I wrote this.
Delusions, I suppose.
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