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11.3.02 

paint.

under my fingernails, in my hair, on my keyboard, on my cellphone, on every pair of pants i own. on the floor, on the heater, on my bed. under my bed. on my roommate's humidifier (with apologies). on my desk, on my shoes, behind my knees, smeared on the ivy and occasionally across my face.

and, every so often and when the gods are with me, on the design project that was supposed to be handed in three days ago.

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