they pulled my hair at charm school.
they
stole my guestbook during
rolecall.
Morning: Grey, Chilled. + January 15. 2001 = 11:32 a.m.
Apt 34 is clean lines wood floors late nights by myself readingat things one window shows sidestreet and lights at night (squint eyes and pretend its a real city) one window shows grey stucco orange slate brick and rooftop� also, some nights: moon & stars.�� black cat and walk-in closet.�� sometimes, company of nyc.boy.�� sometimes literaryezine group.� (we mostly drink and pretend to be brill - y A nt.� o, light faux�� cigarette. para moi. mil grazie. )
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