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I would call it callous.
I have a callous over my entire body/mind/soul/heart. This was better than the blister, but ah the running!
I am amazed at what has transpired.
If I were able to, I would be sad.
I walked down Venice Pier today for a work thing. It was so alive. I was recalling that that salty guy from 'deadwood' lives there in a penthouse. Thumbing at the snobs. I had read that somewhere.
I passed a man selling reggae cd's. His approach to me was "hey red lipstick and dreamy eyes".
lovely.
Fuck.
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