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Jul 2014
i could leave.  i could go squat at my lakehouse in wisconsin.  i could cut all ties and never speak to anyone ever again.  i could live alone as a ghost or as close to it as possible.  i could eat easy mac every night for the rest of my life. i could watch seinfeld reruns every day until i passed out and then repeat until the disks get scratched beyond repair.
i wrote this last year.  get ******.
Ytoc Arucnav
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Ytoc Arucnav  home is a hell.
(home is a hell.)   
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