i'm writing because

(not sure)

just feels right.

-

so i

made a stand

with mr concrete junglist, said

i mean...none of it, i don't want any of it.

-

silence.

miss femme says screaming silence.

-

and the truth is

-

i got nothing.

-

i got lost.

i got

a letter from a toothless poet, a

poem

and

he calls me a muse

i got

this boy.

my boy?

don't know....no idea

but i got him

for the moment.

and he is So grand.

he is.

-

and i got

i've got something else.

(a question mark?)

ohh ha ha

-

dry

-

voidvoidvoid why am i even choosing to document this crap?

habit

maybe

boredom..

maybe

-

hmmmmm

so.

fuck it. this has been sitting for 45 minutes.

and i need to sleep.

i'm going to bed.

ms victoria...i feel you are very much a part of my world..in such an odd, quiet nothing kind of way.

just there..it's nice.

a comfort somehow.

i don't know how it happened but quite a while ago i recieved an email from you, that went into my junkmail giving me the password to your diary..back then it was maybe wishful thinking?

it came out of nowhere...i'd never heard of your diary before but....there it was. perfect.

--

you're love-ly.

-

amanda i miss you.

-

b got a cat.

so

the house in brisbane now has a little white kitten called Janis.

and she's nutty

a gritty kitty.

-

sleep jess...quickly

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