novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- there is the meter, there is the water scaffolding and some sort of stirrup. flushed in the face. popcorn kernels between tooth and gum. it is hard sharing space with someone whose moods are just as drastic as yours but also more outwardly pronounced. you begin to feel a little lost in your own house, just a little, through no fault of anyone elses' but you have no compass and a bad sense of self worth. i mean direction. 8:58 pm - 03.21.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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