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a need for sleep. induces involuntary doodling. and the great appreciation for cool grass in the quasi warm 19 degrees sun.
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the events of my life unfold in a small seamless array of lists. they also occur inconsequentially within the small confines of avery hall. prison, madhouse and laboratory for people who dream of being an idea of an architect.
oh yes, and i've gotten through september stepping on the toes of love, mostly by bulldozing through the squeamish matters of the heart by making lists- of things to be done, things done, things for the future, new things to buy, try, often involving a list of things to help me forget. listing is an easy way out- a default habit that immediately tells you what next. number, sequence, do. if in doubt, listen to jazz.
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Take heart that eventually with the passage of time, life will go on. Be strong and remember that when one door closes another will open. Look not at the closed door in regret lest you miss the newly opened door. We will always be there for you. Take good care of yourself.
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