2005-06-05 | 7:03 p.m.

my parrot punchy!:

the sky was glazed with grey this morning, the small bright burst of bird chirps breaking through the fog like firecrackers. I wrapped myself in my quilt named chloe and stood in the street, light lachrymal licks of rain streaking my cheeks, tears and salt and snot & everything. now I am drinking plum wine in a high hotel room in dallas. getting high. feeding crackers to pushkin. I'll be going to hawaii soon, then india directly after. no, there's nothing to this. no there's nothing here.

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