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›10/7/2024
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The thrill of my callouses growing back again on my finger tips left.... even though I only know four chords and only play three of them, I am enraptured. Now to decide which appliance I will forklift some money into - tv vs. dryer.

And the dreams you don't care about. The first one was nebulous yet what I remember is being angry at some lady going "stop. you've GOT to understand you're beautiful and intelligent and that's worth something". I wonder to whom I was talking. And my favorite dream was the second one. I think that giving up pot (god I miss you little numb-er) is supposed to enliven your dreams. I love the ones where I go back to the people I guess love me and I loved. What is love. Do I even have the first glimpse besides when it's gone...

so, I'm there being a blabbermouth and James/bo were married to Kim kardashian, yet they were in a period of discord. Oh the sound of a dis-chord - I know it well, yet now I have semi-tuned guitars.

It's odd because I light up like an xmas tree when I have a guitar but I don't know how to play and when I looked at the recording of myself, I was like "shit girl, NEVER sing in public."

and even though he made me sleep feet to head in the bed, I got to sleep next to a human who loved me.... in my dreams.





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