Wednesday, March 30, 2011
Burning incense has become sort of a rite in my room.
A funeral party for the week, I guess.
And I try to unwind, and usually it works to some extent. Plus, I usually play
In the Aeroplane Over the Sea
and scream along to all of the words.
I usually lie down on the carpet I vacuumed earlier in the day.
By the last song I'm usually screaming as loud as I can.
I really wish this week was over.
I want to feel my throat rip and ache and cough out all the smoke.
I want to sit up high in my branches.
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April 4, 2011 at 12:14 AM
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