In far-flung camaraderie,

pimps off

Keep it trill,

quietly,

see ya,

Burned all my notebooks
What good are notebooks
If they won't help me survive?

But a curiosity of my type remains after all the most agreeable of all vices — sorry, I meant to say: the love of truth has its reward in heaven and even on earth.

I mean it is sailing, truly throughout the weather

I cried so hard water came outta my toes
I mean
I cried so hard I got caught out in water

Ironically things are OK. I mean they are not so strained and are happy actually but not because they are good but because I've gone all the way—down, in, out, under, out of, terror, etc.

Mickey was a genius. I mean, she just egged me on.