not me, i'm going all the way, man- the american dream in action. shit, i'd be a fool not to ride this strange torpedo all the way to the end.

goddamn, why is it that i always find a movie that fits everything i'm thinking/dreaming/living and it consumes me. heck, maybe it's not even that- maybe because i watch it so much it just becomes everything i think/dream/live. whatever the case- i'm sure it should stop.

two fifteen in the morning of december twenty ninth and time is slipping by heedlessly. time to recover, time to spend those lost hours.

i'm still debating whether those realizations last night were really true, and whether or not to tell anyone or just keep it a secret as before.

apr�s - vers l'avant

bout cinq...
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