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new orleans. it doesn't smell so bad when your nose is too clogged with mucus to detect anything less than the scent of peppermint shit (just try to imagine what that would smell like). have you ever looked out the window of a moving car up at the sky, seen the stars for the first time in...who knows how long, and been transported to a different moment in time that may or may not exist yet (ever?). has that moment brought immediate bliss? has the bliss of that moment brought you better appreciation of the moment you are actually living in? it happened to me tonight. i taxed myself incredibly working on something that isn't even due until wednesday. i wished i had realized that before i exhausted myself. too much mucus. Too Much Mucus. that's a name for a punk band if i ever heard one. thud |      |
