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1/16/2016 The days drag themselves succinct, akimbo- spitting out the day in spurts and steadily vomiting the night. I am never afraid of death in the winter. And so when I sit in bed and out of the corner of my eye I see it- death has always been a sort of white rabbit, I once felt I was one crushed in a young girls' hands, having to carry that burden for the rest of her life I don't want to say that I missed innocence, in fact, I want the pleasure of losing it again (Fitzgerald) I read so much Fitzgerald that year perhaps because I felt my life was on some sort of side of Paradise. Was clumsily and unbearably in love, Princeton summers, Was quite unloved New York autumns, Was throughly confused New York winters. The men come at us, fling themselves like a screeching jungle animal of a kind But we don't care, we sit in the park fermenting like we usually do but still the men laugh still they come at us while our skin sloughs off our faces and we tell them "I'm dying, don't come any closer" I felt like my face being ripped off once but I didn't try to do anything about it of course.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
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1/16/2016 The days drag themselves succinct, akimbo- spitting out the day in spurts and steadily vomiting the night. I am never afraid of death in the winter. And so when I sit in bed and out of the corner of my eye I see it- death has always been a sort of white rabbit, I once felt I was one crushed in a young girls' hands, having to carry that burden for the rest of her life I don't want to say that I missed innocence, in fact, I want the pleasure of losing it again (Fitzgerald) I read so much Fitzgerald that year perhaps because I felt my life was on some sort of side of Paradise. Was clumsily and unbearably in love, Princeton summers, Was quite unloved New York autumns, Was throughly confused New York winters. The men come at us, fling themselves like a screeching jungle animal of a kind But we don't care, we sit in the park fermenting like we usually do but still the men laugh still they come at us while our skin sloughs off our faces and we tell them "I'm dying, don't come any closer" I felt like my face being ripped off once but I didn't try to do anything about it of course.
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 12:43 AM UTC
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