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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Nostalgia
[time] => 2003-04-28 00:35:00
[hometext] => Not paying enough attention to something, will make it go away and when another substitute (which is never quite the same as the original) comes along, you remember what you used to have and want it back, now that you don't have it anymore.
[bodytext] => Computer crash, blue screen appears, I’m ripped out of my daily lies and step away from this vivid light. Now that I’m awake I think of things I should’ve been thinking of all my life and I don’t understand and I don’t really know what is going on in this world today. What’s the news and did I get it? And my boredom makes me think of things that I usually tag with ‘just forget it’ and I feel the urge to have you here and touch me there, lower, higher, South, North, two-dimensional, three-dimensional, right through the bones, whatever, at least it is better than never. And now that you’re late, I can’t really blame you, because you filled up a space that I hated to frame with my mouth and with words rolling over my lips, as if I was born to define my unexplainable kicks, that make me roll down the floor, down the street of this town. But don’t feel abandoned. It’s just getting me down, that you’re replacing that perfume which used to be real bad, but I got used to the stench and it became a good scent and now that it’s gone, I’m just a little done with living a drag, but I can’t help it, seriously, I want it back.
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