That's probably because I found a new outlet for my whining at http://seasail13.livejournl.com/ ... but really don't bother unless you're bored out of your mind and the contents of my head seem better than TV static (which would be pretty sad).
From a poem I wrote:
...the crunch of gravel beneath my sneakers when I run
is a comfort that reminds me things are different now.
5/30/
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