2002-01-31 - 3:04 a.m.

dearest beloved,

i want my own private sector in los angeles. downtown is so gritty and overwhelming. i wouldn't mind the traffic as long as crime would disappear. i wouldn't mind loud music after twelve midnight if there were no more gunshots.

i am going out tomorrow.

where?

i don't know...nor will it matter.

my essence is a crystal lattice that reflects nothingness.

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