this is a perfect day for packing a bag and getting the hell out of dodge. the only problem is my undying need for stability / that "common-sense" my mother gave me / my superegocentricity. who needs dictionaries. who needs maps or budgets, i've never been a fan of research. my hair's still wet and my clothes are dry and it's time to take a trip. (good) college students only do (good) drugs because we're promised this other world when we get here and find out that books are just books and papers are just papers and no matter what kind of new connections you make, you're still in fucking clarksville. or chattanooga. or massachusetts. anywhere is the same as everywhere and it all periodically smells like sewage.
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