I want to write in pencil forever
Dear Chicago,
sleepful nights in a new place, my sheets are the same. A cracked lightbulb and cool evenings spent on the roof like 3rd Rock From The Sun. I feel like rainbow coloured paint inside my head when I'm trying to write, but the cigarette smoke tastes better than it ever has before.
Hewlitt Packard has my laptop hostage so I make sojourns to welcoming internet spots on my way to other more important places like the coffee store.
Listening to Matthew Good's new album is sharp like jagged edges but feels so good at the same time. In a none-hurting kind of way.
Go to go now.
Love,
Gish
Labels: bipolar, blue pills, coffee, cover songs, Daniel Johnston, Matthew Good, we all lose in the end, work, writing
Thursday, August 09, 2007 7:05:00 AM
Sleepful sounds good.
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Tuesday, September 04, 2007 12:38:00 PM
Hi Friend,
Sorry I've been so behind in reading you! It was so much easier when I could flip to the friends page.
What happened to your HP? I just yesterday bought a new HP laptop and I fear the same fate...sending it back to the factory for repairs...
Much love,
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