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2005-07-09 - 6:38 p.m.

I'm entitled to having no title

Last night, I dreamed about taking LSD in downtown Reno and about dodging the draft, which caused me to wake up confused and out of sorts.

We're all just trying to make it in this world; we're all just trying to make sense of life. Lately, I've been enriching mine with fine wines and excellent company -- staring through the windshield of our luxery car while leaning back and letting the air conditioner blow directly into my face and trying to dissolve clouds with my mind -- bubble baths, Coke with lime, books about philosophy and poetry and dead singers, Sunday morning breakfasts, chaos, infatuation, and the complexity of being simply in love.

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