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they tore my ticket, i watched wolverine.
past midnight, at the brewerkz with schoolmates. and a cab home.
there is something nostalgic about cab rides home.
then, some three hour phone conversation. some crossroads.
i bought a new record; jars of clay, the long fall back to earth.
this swim i had; this heart rate that could've killed.
i want to grow. and i think i will.
another night at badens. old friends. and one more pint.
i burp erdinger, still.
in my bedroom the aircon leaks loud into the bin.
on this stormy night 'stardust' is nothing short of fantastic. even on a 14" laptop screen.
maybe i need a good read. or a job. or just one good day at the beach.
i will take life easy, or try at least.
jorn was alive and kickin' at
4:14:00 AM
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