I pray. I pray, everyday.

Ah, look at the last post, it's still important.

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Talked to Johnny for a while on video chat. Pittsburgh ---> China. The video lagged, and John kept wrinkling his brow close-up to the camera, and it would freeze on that while I could hear his voice (sounded like it was auto-tuned). Can't even really say what we talked about, even though I literally just got off the "phone" with him.

"Who you been running around with? Who's your Pittsburgh crew? How are they?"
"I mean, no one you know."
"Are you wearing clothes?!"
"Uh YES I am."



johnny: o tay tay
publishin and mommin
move to france

me: i miss it
i was following my friends through a creepy alley to get to some bar recently
and he said, "suivez-moi"
and i died
and i know you're making fun a bit but that's okay.

johnny: it's just a constant hum
barely audible
(the making-fun)

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Had a brief run-in with Sharon Needles a few days ago - he came into Ant's kitchen and I sang a few lines of his song to him and he sang some back to me.

"Uh.. Iknowallthewords," I said, covering my face. It was true.

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Oh yeah, this image somehow didn't make it into the book. It sucks (it sucks SO BAD), but I keep coming back to it: