Whenever I look you up, there's always that feeling we are doing the same things but in different places. Like we're both reading Adrienne Rich over our morning coffee, or late at night on 99 bottles of beer, with a somber Bill Callahan in the background.
It's cosmic, I tell you.
I don't understand why we are not friends. The forces of the universe will never find time for you and I to meet.
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