it's 7:47 pm, on January 02, 2009 - throw out the letters, keep the stamps.

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going through old things in my room and throwing more things out. by the time I'm done I'll own nothing of my past. well, except postcards. apparently the way to my heart is a "hope you are well, wish you were here!" on a 3"x5" piece of cardboard with a tacky picture on the front.

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- - February 21, 2009
flesh wound - February 16, 2009
psychoanalysis? - February 09, 2009
write this on my forehead to empty the space behind - February 06, 2009
perfect ploys - January 18, 2009