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7:23 PM Wagner: hello
me: hey
7:24 PM Wagner: i am in love with marijuana despite the many negative consequences i have experienced as a result of my love affair with it
me too
7:25 PM me: yes
Wagner: like now
me: now
7:26 PM Wagner: now
7:28 PM me: yes
Wagner: right now
me: haha
Wagner: yes
7:29 PM me: what
Wagner: ok
me: express yourself
Wagner: i can do it
i know i can
ok...
7:34 PM through the myriad dots of the connecting tubes in this computer screen and through the broadband signal received and fed into your computer which then come up in a little orange box i want to explain to you that i don't see the orange box, all i see are these words that i now typing. so we must establish that we both do not have the same perception and that my name is wagner israel cilio iii and i am in his moment quite deliciously and delightfully blazed
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7:48 PM me: haha
Wagner: yes


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beliefmask.com

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dear durham school of the arts,

oy, i have to tell you this is just bittersweet
i got sad all the time thinking about leaving you and i still do
so i guess i could still decide to be with you for as long as i can
but also i presume the decision has already been made and i am happy with it
please remember me
last year you weren't as fun
but this year you helped me find a huge part of me
i know i'll be back to visit real often and see you and everyone who lives with you
you're a cool guy and i'll miss you
when i go to war (math)

maybe the buildings will keep particles of me
and maybe the people will too (as i've kept them in my heart)
but i don't want to assume to much
just keep what you want, okay

all my love and gratitude,

leah

p.s. thanks for my education, part of me wishes we could be together forever

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Letters for my father

[A work spanning my winters from the ages of 8 til 25]

I have (hidden at the bottom of my wooden bed) a box full of letters for you.
1st one dated six days post your leaving.
Last one-undated. (I no longer offer you my time, nor its recording in my handwriting.)
I shall never post these to your home.
Nor shall I burn these in a pile of autumnal leaves (their red and orange beauty does not deserve my hate.)

It is snowing in Edinburgh and I am healing.
I (too) will have beautiful, loving children.
They will throw your letters to the afternoon sky.
Paper aeroplanes of my words; like snowflakes,
cleansing, dancing, swirling, melting.

kerri

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dear you,

please pursue your dreams and

never let

anyone

bring you down

'cause it sucks when you discover that

langston hughes

knew exactly what he was talking about.

love,

me

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submitted by scott sperling, a christian attending USC

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dear intensity,

you didn't make me write a book.

instead i think you made me cry

in someone else's car once

when the person wasn't there.

we made omelets in my apartment, i think.

it felt sad. i didn't know what was wrong.

if i go to see a movie with you,

i will feel upset the whole time.

i will want to leave but won't know what else to do.

we would probably want to wreck the car

but just get ice cream instead.

i think once we were in bed and it didn't make any sense

how angry we both were.

let's not worry as much about feeling okay

for once.

i don't want to know what you were thinking

when we actually were in a car wreck

and it felt boring more than anything else

when no one was hurt or upset or crying.

sometimes you make it very difficult to get dressed.

buttoning a shirt, looking at a mirror, tying shoes.

i just thought you should know

that i feel like you are always joking.

okay, colin

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dear buzz,

mom's still sick. we miss you. dad won't admit it but he does. it's hard for him. when you get back in town we'll throw a party. mom should be better by then.

don't worry about me.
love,
your brother

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Dear Pressure To Conform to Archaic Societal Constructs Based on Illogical and Selfish Ideologies,

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Yours,

Ken