tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-190455522011-04-21T21:45:02.679-06:00b. 1890, d.1902http://www.blogger.com/profile/12391334017079372943noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19045552.post-1132270375590270452005-11-17T16:30:00.000-07:002005-11-17T16:32:55.603-07:00<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">and i thought about it for a good while.</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;">now, it doesn't even matter.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;">you kept your feelings, i kept leaving.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19045552-113227037559027045?l=d1902.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>b. 1890, d.1902http://www.blogger.com/profile/12391334017079372943noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19045552.post-1132189229834473172005-11-16T17:59:00.000-07:002005-11-17T16:34:39.376-07:00<span style="font-size:85%;">i'm reading bukowski, but more importantly (maybe impatiently) waiting for you to feel like you should have called back at some odd hour of the night and profess.. anything.</span><br /><br /><img style="WIDTH: 416px; HEIGHT: 357px" height="458" alt="Image hosted by Photobucket.com" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v437/roquentin/maar1.jpg" width="425" /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19045552-113218922983447317?l=d1902.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>b. 1890, d.1902http://www.blogger.com/profile/12391334017079372943noreply@blogger.com0