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you will never find me up in the club unless it is the sandwich 

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(Source: louiecyphre, via robdelaney)

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I played basketball with a plastic mask today.  I was self-conscious about it and then someone called me Nose and after that I was okay.  

I broke my nose and there is a “separated septum” floating around in my head.  I’d like to imagine it in an anti-gravity state, bouncing off of my brain matter, then off my cheek bone—a sort of screensaver of cartilage and tissue.   

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