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Sunday, April 4th, 2004 | journal

All the drugs do is dull reality. All I see is the beauty around me, the glint in the eyes of people I feel I should love and trust.

?I love you.?

Katie told me last night as I rubbed against her on the dance floor, surrounded by half-naked boy-men making out profusely with one another, the thump-a-thump-thump of the screaming dance diva joining rub-a-rub-rub of the gyrating hips, excited loins pressing against one another through the fabric of skin-tight pants.

Jackson was on my mind.

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