:: a.whisper.in.water ::

:: i'm.okay : how're.you? : thanks.for.asking : thanks.for.asking ::

:: [a.whisper.in.water] :: [ not.my.statement ] | [ input /out ] | [ sound.and.mostly.vision ] ::

[::archive::]

[::link.portal::]
:: not.a.sellout [>]
:: you.know.it's.true [>]
:: sgt.pepper [>]
:: special.k [>]
:: j3rk.city [>]
:: florita [>]
:: han.chan [>]
:: drew [>]
:: radio.free.quaker [>]
:: girls.girls.girls [>]
:: the.morning.paper [>]
:: fark [>]
:: wang.of.old [>]
:: achewood [>]
:: hulahluaghalgah [>]
:: unamerican [>]
:: cheater [>]

:: Monday, November 25, 2002 ::

...and as I type, my work spread out on the living room table, the apartment creaking all around me, Beethoven's sonatas sitting on the couch and running through my head, my friends (hopefully!) asleep across campus, I know, at least, what I'm fighting for.

To belong.

:: Aziz 4:45 AM [+] ::
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