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2006-02-15 - 5:22 a.m.

music from that farther room

there's this kid sleeping in our living room, in my workspace. other people's things are piling up on my desk - reprints, coffee mugs, candy wrappers, junk.

"i just don't see the need to, like, scrub the toilet with a toothbrush."
well, now. the reason you don't see the need is because i do it.

life, measured by the coffee spoons that stack up in the sink, wrappers left wherever they happen to fall, and every time i am acknowledged for "helpful discussion" in someone else's paper.


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