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27th August 2002

10:42am: risen and poked, this bread can never really rise.
So Real

Love, let me sleep tonight on you couch
And remember the smell of the fabric
Of your simple city dress

Oh... that was so real

We walked around til the moon got full like a plate
The wind blew an invocation and i fell asleep at the gate
And I never stepped on the cracks 'cause i thought i'd hurt my mother
And I couldn't awake from the nightmare that sucked me in and pulled me under
Pulled me under

Oh... that was so real

I love you, but i'm afraid to love you
I love you, but i'm afraid to love you
J>B>







Now a little ditty:



Clark K.


My hair is golden and I'll throw it out the window
if you wish to climb.
Your eyes are black,
your heart is mine.
Open my door,
and I'll close my eyes.

K.N.
Current Mood: Hallelujah
2:13pm: When the leather rubs smooth on the passenger seat, this charming man.
I sit.
I sit eating this orange sorbet inside of a orange shell.
It is too hot to be alive right now.
And my tummy pangs a little.


I went to Whole Foods to drop off my info, and went into the back again.
The boy in the milk, the boy in the milk, I'm in love with the boy in the milk.
I saw him and he saw me and he said "HI!" I blushed and said hello.




Mollie and I went to a store of books...I found this poem, I like it a lot.


It is by: Devorah Major
It is called: Possibilities


i am bringing you closer
waking you up
stroking your back
slow like dark molasses
holed up in the bottom of a jar
fingertips down yr spine
tasting your salt
bringing you here
closer to me

i am haunting your dreams
with jasmine and musk
so that when you wake my name
will rest on yr tongue
and you will reach out to see
if i am warm flesh
or only silhouette of promise





Oh joy.
My hormones have won over me again
Current Mood: hot
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