novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- the switch from interior to non-inferior withdraw, withdraw, withdraw. i snuck so far inside i popped out again. there's only so much padding you can give a life to make it as inward as possible without feeling like you've overdecorated. the bar was also a restaurant, rosewood booths and brass railings. we sat by the sidewalk and i set my ankles against the open windowpane. two people walking by reached right over and squeezed my toes. she said he seems to have changed so much the past few years, and i wondered how a person can do that. the switch from dull to golden. from plain fucking rude to actually paying attention now. mai tais. why tais? the umbrellas sat in the tips of the yellow and red squeeze bottles. she didn't want mustard anyway. i ate my cherry first, she popped hers in her mouth as an afterthought. we were reaching for our bags, lifting our legs through the window's frame. 1:55 pm - 04.26.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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