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2003-12-03 - 6:33 p.m.

synthetic comfort

dear beck, what's a paper tiger in the sun actually like?

solar spent the morning at the gym running off furious emotions triggered by a three letter word with a seven letter adjective. meanwhile, on the other side of the galaxy, solar was having an online affair with a floridian living in texas who she's never met. um, does anybody here see the problem? solar needs a fucking purpose.

kinda like a 50% synthetic comforter...i'm feeling a little down.

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