Flowers Were Bruised

Ate brunch with the Soft Butches. Saw the feminist art exhibit at PS1. In between I looked over my shoulder at your. It was cold!

Went out last night with Mordecai and Steven and Tommy. Immeasurably, we build secrets. It's winter: you have no reason to do this. Lean times, you know. Tonight I'm going to see Justin Bond at PS122.

And most importantly, I got the new Breeders record Mountain Battles, today. it is perfectly dark, opaque, and logical.

Considering. And reconsidering.

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