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the room smelled of male cat piss.
the windows were open.
she made a point to make the tune "tomorrow is perfect" played again in the best sound she had to offer - a JBL speaker from target.
it played.
she's instantly in that magical concert church
and Judah
instead of Jesus
gets
to pluck
"... the steady drone of the silent illusion..."
and there.
we have a
voice
and she fucks someone
and hits play
"I went straight home. wanted to be all alone. put on the smiths.
make a
sand
wich
and I entrained
myself with
mind
numbing
prescription drugs
and butterfly hugs"
goddammit
be
kind
people
I love you
god.
"wasn't it weird that time when we were at Jungle's house and Sandy's kid was jealous he wasn't named sam and I was in town from California and gave you my wired headphones to listen to Death Cab and when you gave them back to me and said 'wow, you're right - who's gonna watch you die."
"I knew you'd understand".
fuck.
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