13.09.06 - 4:25 p.m.

the medicine's run out of my system and my subconscious is coming back. memories are recording themselves in the good, old fashioned way. my father died again last night, but when i heard this time i was at the puyallup fair. his stomach came out of his mouth my mom told me. i don't know where that one came from.



she said, "well, your father's finally dead."
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