Clap Hands 
factories and smoke
mandag, november 04, 2002
“When every day feels like a partaaaaaaaay. Fome is Dape.”
I would be writing my paper now, but I keep trying whistle, and it makes me very very very lightheaded. Ow.
“What’s the matter, Heather? Lost your urge to purge?”
I like the sound of tea. Like, when you put the bag in and move it and listen it kind of sizzles.
“Is Shaniqua there?” “HELL NO!”
I listen to the dorkiest hip-hop. But I don’t think it can be called that. I know I should be schooled about hip –hop. Maybe I’ll ask Dr. Schulkin. If you want me to explain that I will. Just ask.
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