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erin
gena/ deadly stealth frogs
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masque of the red death
the perry bible fellowship
toothpaste for dinner
ultrajoebot
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Friday, February 15, 2002
Dreamed of Mark last night. Am coming up the escalators on the Roosevelt Island subway station; get to the top and see him going into the elevator heading down. He's wearing a silk shirt with vertical rainbow stripes (much like the Jesus clown-pants that I require); he spots me, waves as the doors are closing, and chants loudly, "TOUR! TOUR! TOUR TOUR! TOUR!" I nod politely, smile and wave, and exit the subway station.
What's that about? Why are you in Tavie's head? 1:16 PM | shower me with attention
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