fiction. nonfiction. poetry. pop flotsam. cultural jetsam.
There was a chance, I knew, that I would die in this hospital, and not be able to listen to “1999” on New Year’s Eve.
Music doesn’t go away, that’s the saving grace of a day like this when it’s been threatening to rain but not raining,
How is it that I want to be all alone, but, at the same time looked at, glanced over and watched?
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