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2002-10-18-11:12 p.m.
2 entries: one night. thank god for the gift that is whiskey. God-damn the lack of emotion otherwise. I'm waiting and missing and yearning for new york. Cliche: expected, but still I explain. God can only know, the pleasure, of a place, that is real. God hasn't helped me, and I've never helped him. He doesn't exist, but only through me. He's here as can be, I feel it's here. See?
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