Sunday, January 4, 2004
The cold wind blows down the coast tonight raising ghosts...
of amphetamine dreams; those wild wet places where the mind goes in the days and nights and days without sleep. Welcome to my nightmare Alice cries and soes skittering off towards the precipice at the voids edge, bourbon howling through his veins. The nightmares are calling again like they do...
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The storm winds of relationship trouble are blowing...
in my neck of the woods again; it seems absurd that two people who have trained to communicate clearly without pushing buttons or fighting dirty can't have an open and honest discourse about their relationship. I don't believe that many people can; part of our trouble stems from the fact that we...
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