Way too easy. I'm sorry, I know you're interested. All you that I met today, don't call me. Please.
I don't want to know you.
Saturday, January 29, 2011
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A dispassionate white sun shone at the summit of the sky. I wanted to hone myself on it till I grew saintly and thin and essential as the blade of a knife.
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