insular life, in an insular city. sometimes i question if i'm really living.
do i really know anyone, do i really let anyone get to know me? if direction is a deeper understand, why do things feel so shallow. sex mixed with interest and hobbies then some drinks and oh i seem to know you.
farms. berlin. farms. berlin.
i've been drinking. i wish i knew.
Friday, April 23, 2010
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