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| birdmad |
leftover arroz_con_pollo from dinner that i made last night. all quiet on the cubicle_farm, a few clattering keys, black cat from under the lawyer's home office across the street, crouched and feeding on what had been a stunned bird that crashed into the window with rattle and a thud hmm...dead bird now even though it is mirrored glass the cat seems to be staring at me as she eats...cute little opportunist ♫"have another cigarette and have another cigarette in a room where lovers go, talking on the telephone" (they have got it in for me, yeah i mean it honestly")♫ where was i going with all this? ... i seem to have forgotten. i am an interrupted process, and the interruption itself. gah. |
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