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latest archive about email links yearbook japan photoblog wish list	Wed Mar 22 00 / 10:18 PM Make new friends but keep the old, One is silver and the other, gold. Do I have anything so precious in my life? Ashley, Jen, Renuka, James... Ryan, Sam, Mike... the incarnations of Gilbert... they all mean the world to me; but sometimes (so many times), the world seems empty of their voices. Am I not shiny enough? And what about Erron? I hadn't seen him in so long, and it seemed easier that way. He wanted to take me to Mars, something the silvers and golds don't really realize. But the two of us in a spaceship for six months would just never fly. Sitting in the empty screening room was cosmically weird enough. On the walk home, the strings of all our masks came loose and the voice victrola changed records and speed. Who placed the needle? It must have been him. But even though I wrapped the cord around my wrist for leverage, I didn't pull the plug until the mechanical words became liberties that shouldn't have been taken. I just couldn't kiss him. Not then, not now. Kissing has been my touchstone. I stood on an island of popularity for so many formative years, asking silently for just. one. kiss. And now, though I could always get them freely, they only get more important. If I can't kiss you, there may be gold or silver, but no diamonds.
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