this isn't deep, really. not like it sounds.
2004-01-31 - 10:39 p.m.

we were making firsts in the new house. we were making firsts while no one else was home. dark outside, but the blinds allowed the streetlights to shine in slits across the wooden floors. fight club in the back ground with the director's commentary turned on, we were making firsts on one couch and then the other. by the front door, by the stairs. and when all was done, and we were smoking cigarettes in the kitchen, i said

"i feel dead. a dead body visiting the world of the living."

and he said

"me too. me too."

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