I drove for miles today, but I could not escape myself. It's like I wanted every inch of pavement to unbind at least one molecule of my flesh, so that if I just kept driving, then slowly I would peel away and only spirit would eventually be left.
When I was younger, my dad made gave me the refrigerator box and inside I made my home. I would have kept it forever, except cardboard houses get soggy in the rain.
I wish that escaping were easier.
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Don't runaway from me ever again.
everyone is blogging!
i would run away i think if i didnt have to save me gas for the commuting.
i love you tons.
hey jade. post again! so i'll see you this sunday?
-ryan maxwell
hi jade!
ran across this tonight. Are you still out there in the blogging world? been eating any quinoa lately?
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