Stop.
the telegraph is officially dead.
not sure who still used it, but its official now.
the last one went out on friday.
farewell telegraph.
the only thing im going to miss with the passing of the telegraph are the old time stock tickers.
encased in glass bowl things with the little paper that would roll out. pretty nifty.
wish i had one to place on a mantel.
wish i had mantel.
"oh godamnit, oh god goddamit. i think i love you."
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streams of consciousness monologues as told to the empty space that should be occupied by a person.
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no... the quotes at the end are just whatever i think of once im done with the writing... sometimes song lyris, things ive heard read or other
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