novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- blood blood blood i must have sweet sweet blood to get thirty bites in two days. heather lynn is immune; we watched mosquitos pester her arm until finding spots to kiss and fill up their asses with blood before flying away. no swelling, no bite, but a gentle kiss. she warned me and i see it. heather is mean, but in a good way. her face slides into this intent look whenever she's not smiling, her body seems to relay her emotions only when she is crying or dancing, and she won't hug me unless i ask her to. a tough girl. i feel like her sidekick, the pansy. the boy wonder. the sweet blooded pin cushion. she is teaching me how to play chess in screened in porches next to clapping sculptures and pregnant dogs. together we avoid ice cream and wander town. i bought five books today. 8:52 pm - 5.13.01 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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