novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- joanne the un-clocked how come my friends are so busy that hanging out infers plans, schedules and stress? clocks are not gentle. ticking is inherently irksome. it is so good to see joanne, to wander around and feel so calmed by this tiny fashionable girl who farts like a gassy old man. we ate takeout in her crumpled-up kitchen, taking turns washing dishes and discussing paint. cats and exasperated mothers whined outside. i spilled sweet and sour sauce on the table. 10:57 pm - 06.02.02 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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