what happens when you tell strangers the truth

it�s on the lurch forward that things begin to go the way they do and no one knows the road the way I think of it. I know the way you meant (the way I hope you meant) to stomp on me and appreciate the thought. you could have done better with a cold steak knife. you could have done better with a cold steak knife. I just wanted to tell you I thought about you the other night when I woke up and thought I was at my brother�s house and I didn�t live there anymore, but suddenly couldn�t think of where I belonged, where I did live. do these things seem odd to say aloud?

2002-09-28 | 1:24 p.m.
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