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you heard it here first

i'm supposed to be writing my last DD but i don't feel like it. instead i'll chain smoke until i'm dizzy enough to pass out.

the new apt, although great, is also somewhat anti-climactic. the scene i imagined in my head resembles when, in drugstore cowboy, matt dillon finally cleans up and lives in that apt with a murphy bed and a table and drinks tea by the window.

needless to say, i'm not really there yet.

it's still so hot outside. and ludlow street is still changing. and it's still not for the better. i'm afraid one day i'll walk outside and The Hat will be gone. every bodega is now a bodega/deli/pizza place and last night i went searching for orville's buttered popcorn but couldn't find any. can you believe that?

and fucking Earth Matters. seems good on the outside, but wheatgrass milkshakes? i ain't there yet either.

i wonder what will become of all this? everything and everyone being photographed, and everyone thinking it's good. when will the documentation stop? when the documentors become documented. but i'm sure that's already happening. what a waste. there are so many sweet dreams to be thought up. so many ideas wasted on the talentless.

i'm part of this big ball of rubberbands too. i'm just saying.

anyway, tomorrow night i'm sleeping in a haunted hotel, in the most haunted room of them all.

if i don't come back i want weenie to play at my funeral.

you heard it here first.

2:35 a.m. - 2005-08-29

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