novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- escape hatch plan b: retreat to nun-hood your attention is messing with me. it has my body alert and preening and my head thinks this all very odd. no one has ever told me the things you tell me, things i have wanted to hear -- and want to believe -- for ages. but there are clauses and misnomers and your strange, indecipherable tics to consider, and i don't want to have to. perhaps i should excuse myself to a very small, secluded island surrounded by either glaciers or dim-witted sharks. and a leaky rowboat, just in case. 10:06 pm - 11.30.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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