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In a Random Notebook · Jul 11, 08:22 PM

I’m throwing out junk, a lot of it. It’s time for stuff that doesn’t have a purpose or make me happy to go, like pay stubs and bank statements going back to 1996. Like a box of pens, and various AV/IT cables, “just in case”. I have a studio apartment to move into, don’t you know.

Here’s what I found in a small notebook that’s going into the garbage:

This odd note took me a few minutes to remember what it meant:

My ipod has a wicked sense of humor (Fall River):
Phantom of the Opera
Schoenberg
The Sting soundtrack
Green Velvet

There’s also the very telling comment:

like a cracked gasket,
an empty summer at the end of april,
blank verse,
like a second language –
approach life with a method

But my favorite is a lonely phrase hidden between two blank sections towards the back of the notebook:

Unless it’s broken.

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