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man my ankle hurts and the best

father figure I had is dead.

that’s heavy.

it’s midnight and I can’t lie down.

it’s midnight and I already

lost Ray’s program - is that

what it’s called? the thing for

dead people? apparently he

talked about me - my ankle hurts.

—– black eye

black eye

black eye

black eye

—-

Sawyer is coming through

and he does lines on the toilet

and I and I and man my ankle hurts

and was I ever real and

is this all I feel and

Sawyer does lines

and I hold on

and I’m out of cigarettes and

one of my exes works at Subway

and none of this sounds good.

hold on.

—-

-

and you’d be proud of me.

I promise.

I’m staging and producing and

directing an arts festival and

man my ankle hurts

and I -

fuck

-

and I’m getting old

like a beggar on his knees

(?????????????)

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I think I’ll go skating again.