novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- having a cold and avoiding everything there is much to be said for pain. it is the greatest teacher. there is little to be said for cars that cough white smoke on highways. they are my biggest current annoyance. and i am sick today, hacking up green and sitting in our claw-footed bathtub, listening to the seven cats wander around our apartment, looking for me or for a chair to mutilate. not all seven, but seven times. four: silvio. two: weasel-butt. one: i don't know who it was, could have been. did i forget to tell you that beneath pain there is green? 11:29 pm - 03.13.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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