ypsilanti's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the real relation, the underlying theme think your credit history's got you trapped? just left work early because there were eleven people working in the space of six. i'll go back when they leave. it's a beautiful day in the cruel month of august. i got your e-mail from the eastern towers of brooklyn. so good to hear from you and link together your seven-thousand wires of electricity. the womyn who signs me up for the computers here in the library freaked out because i had a mr. stadium laundrymat shirt, more evidence that she's awesome. down mfs play in detroit tonight, i think i'll go check it out. i loved them in 1995 when they played devil's night and other shows in my basement, wherever they could. last night i lay around in pain while my teeth felt the full effects of being hollowed out with small files and smaller hammers. tryed to make a few songs, tried to go running, slept for hours and hours. i heard you finally signed your big contract. congratulations. remember, it's just like borrowing money, really. you have to sell as much as you spend at least. but if anyone is ready to go fucking crazy big, it is you. i called to return your call, but your line was busy, and then it was like 4 am, so i just left you the same message you left me. the more time i spend outside the better, but my house is not a home or an apartment, just a place to but boxes full of things i may or may not unpack. 19:40:58 - 2000-08-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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