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I feel melancholy for all those who were injured, though Tamaki has moved back into the apartment at last. To protect me, he says. I have been trying to see how we could afford a piano; we simply must have one. I do not like to think of money but here it seems necessary. The inelegance of this place and these people astounds me constantly. I miss the sound of people speaking French, though Tamaki does occasionally; I think he enjoyed the wine I received at Christmas more than I did (nevertheless thankyou for that, anonymous giver, it gives me pleasure to see Tamaki happy.) There is very little wind here, and the sunshine is unrelaxing, and despite all the strange tension in the air, I often find myself without anything to do. Perhaps I should take up needlework again? Perhaps I should find a piano. Computer keys are not so melodious.

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so any lovely ladies out there who want to show a new lad around the place? or their place? im still a bit dazed from the fucking trip and i could sorely use a place to sleep tonight yeah. & someone to look after me. ive been told im very snuggly.

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This ode to you O Poets and Orators to come, you
father Whitman as I join your side, you Congress
and American people,
you present meditators, spiritual friends & teachers,
you O Master of the Diamond Arts,
Take this wheel of syllables in hand, these vowels and
consonants to breath's end
take this inhalation of black poison to your heart, breath
out this blessing from your breast on our creation
forests cities oceans deserts rocky flats and mountains
in the Ten Directions pacify with exhalation,

Such a tragedy; turning in on each other, fighting amongst ourselves. It's human, but I still thought we were stronger than that. Still, I suppose it stops everyone talking about how bored they are, even if it doesn't quite ease the boredom.

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And I thought I had liked the quiet before.

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I don't even get what the hell's going on here anymore. Not that I really knew in the first place, but now I have even less of an idea. I've just been going to work, eating, sleeping, then repeating the whole fucking thing all over again the next day. Not that I'm about to say that I miss reaping or anything, but at least it added a little excitement.

Well, I guess this did too, even if I missed everything; I've been hearing about it all the time. I feel like my life is just going to involve me doing completely uninteresting shit. I mean, for eternity. Lovely.


I'm so fucking glad Mason's here. It's seriously comforting, fuck-up or not. Rube's too much to put up with sometimes.

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Non-boring material, in my bookstore? No fucking way. After I get something to eat, I'm fucking having some nice reading time. I could've read it at work, but I'd rather get paid to be bored instead of deciding to be bored on my own freaking time. I read the reference section all day. I even read the dictionary. At least now if I get a "Q" in Scrabble but no "U," I'm not completely fucked.