This bed is a ship

This bed is a ship is a sporadically updated internet journal, 
a home for odd scraps of writing.

explanatory remarks

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s:Oh, 9 or 10 o'clock in the evening, usually.
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s:No good reason, really.
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s:As the sun is going down and for an hour or two after, I feel incredible. I feel like sprinting everywhere I go, I feel like kissing everyone I see. Maybe it's the crash from this mania that gets me every night.
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s:Not being alone. This tends to put a strain on my relationships.
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s:It's easy to use an excuse.
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s:I wish it could be October forever.

Sid Branca