where am i?
and my voice echoed back;
where is she?
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i have a new telephone number: (631)-603-4886
no, i'm still without a 718 area code.
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twilight yesterday i went into the cemetery, film not in hand there were three fawn running first towards me, then turned away from the light and ran across the graveyard.
what a missed opportunity.
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i suppose i've lost all ambition for modeling, though i've been given these future opportunities on a silver platter, hand fed with plenty of money. for the sake of my relationship and the deep waters it can reach when it's severely threatened. i'll now look at it with shame and disgust, move on, the memory of it only there to remind me of what i have, what i can loose, and where that will leave me.
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this was originally to be kept as a portfolio journal, either to display my photography, literature, sketchbook, other artistic nonsense; and you to hand feed my ego.
it seems you've all vied into my heart, or i simply decided to share more than that with you.

(this is where you'd comment to confirm our friendship.)
keep in mind that a good 86% of my entries are written under the influence.
thank you,
e.
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