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there're eyebolts over our bed // 2002-08-14


over the past several days, me and gar-gar moved out of the nasty crystal meth apartment (not without a gun threat, mind you), and moved into a glorious new dungeon-cum-house.

i also celebrated a birthday. my 29th, which may be older than schubert lived but i forget.

i was jotting down notes on getting older, then decided that i'm not old and what i was writing was totally faggotron.

 ecce & homo