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August 11, 2008 - 10:28

I miss the little folks and their hot hair. I've repeatedly dreamt of children- also futuristic malls.
It's perfectly fine to be home, but I crave pointless sensory distractions and fear that I'm lonely. Strawberry to cheekbone, fork to clothed nipple, pulling at my hair too hard.
I'm not bored, but I am open.
I remain, yours,

drunk to the world.