things like what i wrote about last time, i hardly ever write about them here, mostly they just ruminate in my head, private talks for on the bus and when walking down cold rainy streets. but sometimes they can't just be, they have to be words written down. i censor myself and that is not needed.

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when i was in grammar school i really wanted one of those shirts you save up for and mail away the coupon to get, my favorite said "a touch of class" and had a glittery rose. i always was under the impression it said "a touch of glass" and didn't quite get what it meant, vaguely thought it was related to a blondie song and decided i was much too unsophisticated and flat-chested for such a shirt.